Sunday, December 21, 2008

Ode to Reason

The grief of defeat

 the tragedy of a loss

of the self

of the being

of the seed of existence

an extinguishing smoke

that clouds reason and entity

but, alas, unclear logic!

that cannot be

though sorrow that is not befitting

a life that one should not expect

lowly, one has lived

and humbly one must perish

in reminiscing events that

did not even happen under one's sight

yet is deeply engraved in one's heart

the death of the bogus master

he who does not even exist

nor, if he did, would not recognize one's personality

and the attachment altogether

yet one still dreams of living

beside the light of justice, the exalted character of logic

and yet a mere acquaintance one isn't even considered

for one sees, yet does not exist in that world

or vice-versa

the tragic event, thus, will be of no use

and it merely will be a part of a repertoire

of the thousands of fables and tales heard of

but deep within the chambers of emotion

the relationship exists

and one can feel the vibrations

the echoes of an ideal

typified by an ideal character

oh, machine of logic

oh, servant of justice

the masses are to see what is that they would be

and one becomes part of the looking audience

yet one longs to be a friend, or a student of this master

yet that would be illogical

and contrary to everything indeed!

then one should say, to the least,

that one is satisfied with everything

that one believes in the Perfection

which gives rise to the satisfaction

and is woven further by threads of the reasonable

then one should devote oneself to Perfection

that one becomes a servant and disciple

then, one would acquire the virtues of the master

and of the Higher Master

though to speak of the former is to allude of the Latter.

For justice and reason one will live!

Ode to Reason

The grief of defeat

the tragedy of a loss

of the self

of the being

of the seed of existence

an extinguishing smoke

that clouds reason and entity

but, alas, unclear logic!

that cannot be

though sorrow that is not befitting

a life that one should not expect

lowly, one has lived

and humbly one must perish

in reminiscing events that

did not even happen under one's sight

yet is deeply engraved in one's heart

the death of the bogus master

he who does not even exist

nor, if he did, would not recognize one's personality

and the attachment altogether

yet one still dreams of living

beside the light of justice, the exalted character of logic

and yet a mere acquaintance one isn't even considered

for one sees, yet does not exist in that world

or vice-versa

the tragic event, thus, will be of no use

and it merely will be a part of a repertoire

of the thousands of fables and tales heard of

but deep within the chambers of emotion

the relationship exists

and one can feel the vibrations

the echoes of an ideal

typified by an ideal character

oh, machine of logic

oh, servant of justice

the masses are to see what is that they would be

and one becomes part of the looking audience

yet one longs to be a friend, or a student of this master

yet that would be illogical

and contrary to everything indeed!

then one should say, to the least,

that one is satisfied with everything

that one believes in the Perfection

which gives rise to the satisfaction

and is woven further by threads of the reasonable

then one should devote oneself to Perfection

that one becomes a servant and disciple

then, one would acquire the virtues of the master

and of the Higher Master

though to speak of the former is to allude of the Latter.

For justice and reason one will live!

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Antipodes

The things
    that are seen
                heard
                felt
The emotions
                      the past
                                           the memories
                                                                            the dreams
             then a realization
of a future ahead
one that awaits
one that is in our hands
one that is destined
                                  what can anyone do?
             the universe
       the earth
    a fluctuating vision
the sky
the sun
            moon
                      stars of the infinity
harmony all around
gallery of the senses
bounds of the soul
                         see
                                  think
                                                 comprehend
what is it?
what is this?
what are we?
what is
                                                                               existence
in this realm of
possibilities
mere probabilities
or


                      a self



the self
the mind
the life

yes,life
and lives
and Life


does it make sense?
everything?

             flicker

                   gasp

                            silence




imagery
or ideals?
random?
or conveying

the point of points
the ends of ends
the rendezvous place of the heart
                                        human heart
perfection
Perfection

Sunday, November 23, 2008

A Letter from Pisay

Dear children,


I am writing to you a feedback about what you have just recently been. Remember what I tell you always: 'feedback is the breakfast of the champions'. And yes, we should not be victims but instead victors of circumstances!

Seriously my child, why do you grumble? I have heard so much of that since you were first year, during those days when I rigorously train you with the lab reports and quizzes an research papers that I required often; but why are you still deeply troubled with what I am? Time and time again I have told you that you will appreciate in the future what I have done for you, but you still are ashamed of me? I have exhausted my resources trying to teach you with what I could, and I stood against constant budget cuts and got money from innumerable sources just for your sake, yet you label me corrupt. I have approved myself by setting high enough standards for the faculty and staff that I am, yet you still criticize me as incompetent, and sometimes labeled harsh. I have required you only very minimal things (even the 2 year service I have abolished just for you) in exchange of the precious things I gave you, yet you still complain at what I require you. And now, my dear child, now that you are basically free from my more rigid restrictions you continue criticizing me? I have endured all those mentioned, but have accepted it and could have lived peacefully with those burdens in my heart; but this I cannot withstand: that you strip me in front of the crowd, burn me with the flame I once kindled, and mock me with the words I once sharpened. Why have you turned against me? why have you forgotten what I have done for you? You are blaming me for the person that you are now? Look at yourself! Did I mold you to be such? Did I distort you to become a monster of my own peril? No! Since when did I forget to emphasize the social sciences, or the arts perhaps? I have given high distinctions to those who excel in these fields; I have ensured that clubs for the right-brained people are present and active for their sake; and I have retained so many teachers that are adept at these fields. I have produced painters and philosophers and artists alike! Just like you, dear writer! Or did you forget your most basic lesson? Have you forgotten the art of thinking before acting (or, perhaps, writing), of trying to find the objective truth through tests? Scientific method, young child! And you are talking about sociology, right? Why do you blame an institution with “burning” its constituents when each one has a self, a dynamic self which Nietzsche says can recreate itself? And besides, you could have enrolled in another academe if you really disliked me or science (it's clear, Philippine Science High School).


One word: chill! Do not be so rash with life, my dear student. Though I do not mean to say that you must discontinue being an active citizen, a little moment of pause is needed so that one's logic can work properly. Again, I shall say: that in you – in your generation – rests the future of this nation. I trust in your excellent mind and pure heart. I believe in your capacity to be better. I just hope that someday – and it might be very soon – you still will be a good Filipino no matter what.


Sincerely,

Pisay

A Letter from Pisay

Dear children,


I am writing to you a feedback about what you have just recently been. Remember what I tell you always: 'feedback is the breakfast of the champions'. And yes, we should not be victims but instead victors of circumstances!

Seriously my child, why do you grumble? I have heard so much of that since you were first year, during those days when I rigorously train you with the lab reports and quizzes an research papers that I required often; but why are you still deeply troubled with what I am? Time and time again I have told you that you will appreciate in the future what I have done for you, but you still are ashamed of me? I have exhausted my resources trying to teach you with what I could, and I stood against constant budget cuts and got money from innumerable sources just for your sake, yet you label me corrupt. I have approved myself by setting high enough standards for the faculty and staff that I am, yet you still criticize me as incompetent, and sometimes labeled harsh. I have required you only very minimal things (even the 2 year service I have abolished just for you) in exchange of the precious things I gave you, yet you still complain at what I require you. And now, my dear child, now that you are basically free from my more rigid restrictions you continue criticizing me? I have endured all those mentioned, but have accepted it and could have lived peacefully with those burdens in my heart; but this I cannot withstand: that you strip me in front of the crowd, burn me with the flame I once kindled, and mock me with the words I once sharpened. Why have you turned against me? why have you forgotten what I have done for you? You are blaming me for the person that you are now? Look at yourself! Did I mold you to be such? Did I distort you to become a monster of my own peril? No! Since when did I forget to emphasize the social sciences, or the arts perhaps? I have given high distinctions to those who excel in these fields; I have ensured that clubs for the right-brained people are present and active for their sake; and I have retained so many teachers that are adept at these fields. I have produced painters and philosophers and artists alike! Just like you, dear writer! Or did you forget your most basic lesson? Have you forgotten the art of thinking before acting (or, perhaps, writing), of trying to find the objective truth through tests? Scientific method, young child! And you are talking about sociology, right? Why do you blame an institution with “burning” its constituents when each one has a self, a dynamic self which Nietzsche says can recreate itself? And besides, you could have enrolled in another academe if you really disliked me or science (it's clear, Philippine Science High School).


One word: chill! Do not be so rash with life, my dear student. Though I do not mean to say that you must discontinue being an active citizen, a little moment of pause is needed so that one's logic can work properly. Again, I shall say: that in you – in your generation – rests the future of this nation. I trust in your excellent mind and pure heart. I believe in your capacity to be better. I just hope that someday – and it might be very soon – you still will be a good Filipino no matter what.


Sincerely,

Pisay

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Being in Itself

The vastness of the universe is a mystery in itself. Its capability to accommodate infinity is as yet to be comprehended, and humans can merely speculate that which they can comprehend – and a very small portion indeed. This dwarfs the existence of the human race, and the consciousness which is the only thing available simply becomes a mere speck in the grand structure of everything. Man seems to become an insignificant part, and the self-seeing spirit questions this insignificance despite uniqueness.

Can a definite answer be reached?

Humans are special in every aspect of its being. The logical mind, the skillful hands, each portion of our anatomy is fascinating. One can even deduce that it is perfect. The great potential of humanity lies in its one unique aspect: the consciousness. It is the spirit in one context, the soul in another, and being both at the same time would be the best resolution, but whatever it may be this immortal and special part of a human gives the ultimate sovereignty in its existence. That is, the thinking self that we are enables us to be above every living creature (though not in a condescending way but rather in a responsible, steward way). This then forms the vital part of what is known as leadership. Being above the other living things, we are bound to form the notion of taking responsibility for anything that happens. Because we are the only ones capable of making, limiting, or avoiding circumstances, we are to ensure that harmony is maintained. Then one asks: what about the harmony between fellow human beings? Wouldn't it be futile for them, equal in their own rights, to govern themselves? One would easily visualize wars and battles for power or anarchist rebellion, as the problem of who would govern among the governing race ensues. Though it is true that humans are born equal, it is equally true that a group can only survive if an authority exists.

How can one resolve this? Through equality and sovereignty at the same time.

One would muse if a society of equal individuals peacefully living under a certain leader can exist. Problems are either the leader would oppress the subjects or the citizens would overthrow the leader altogether. If both equality and organized governance could exist, the tug-of-war relationship of the masses and the ruling body could be changed. If one carefully observes the different groups that exist anywhere in the world, one would see something fascinating: the relationship between the leader and the members is more than just power. Members, human as they are, follow a leader if he/she can rightfully provide their needs as humans. That includes both the rights and the basic necessities. The leader also ought to be an equal as well, interacting with the members just as fellow members do. What would distinguish the leader then? It is the respect that he/she gains. And how does he/she gain it? Through stewardship and excellence. Indeed, the leader starts with himself being an excellent member and co-worker of the group. If he then is able to exceed this by being devoted to serving the group, he gains the respect of everyone. To top it all out is his constant drive to make the group improve, which makes him totally worthy of authority.

It is equally true, however, that this has not been achieved anywhere in the human world. In each human group there always will be tension, disagreement between the members, power-struggle, and in worst cases oppression (and on both sides). All these ideals come to nothing when viewed in a realistic lens. What should be done, then? Should we just let the hideous injustices linger in every human group? Should we simply dispose of communal life and live as individuals, far better than tyrannical ruling and corruption? And should we just accept that, as mere specks in this universe, we will just dissipate into dust altogether, destined, just as everything else is, in a constant degradation and entropy that leads to nothingness? Is the struggle for life useless after all?

Or are we missing out something?

Indeed, one could see the hopelessness of the world that we all are in. Everything seems to be unchangeable, the universe simply overwhelming for us to try to live with. It is more enlightening to note, however, that consciousness brings with it an ultimate feature: the will. One is always able to choose his own path, no matter what the situation. As said earlier, humans can limit, avoid, or create circumstances, which gives the power over all living things. And one important factor, which can be taken from the almost impossible union of Darwin and creationism, gives humans the capability to resist the downward spiral of entropy, and which makes our existence stand out from the rest of the universe:

Man is the product of a constant struggle to survive, and with his capability to evolve as himself he draws into his being power, purpose, and life, making him the fittest of them all.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Life is a Choice

Whatever is done will happen, but what would destiny be? Or, is there a destiny? One would like to ask, but no answer comes.

Not on the chair.
Not on the door.
Not on some tree.
Not on the person beside the seat.
Not on anyone who is loved.
Not on one's parents.
Not on one's relatives.
Not on heaven.
Not on hell.
Not on limbo.
Not on the angels.
Not on mythical creatures.
Not on the wheel of fortune.
Not on anything one knows.



Find it yourself.




But isn't finding it a choice itself?


It isn't that easy.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

existing day!

Start:     Oct 16, '08 03:00a
haha.ewan.T.T

Ideas

http://arrcanghel.blogspot.com/
My poetic blog...or is it?

Utility

Man asks what is of existence that it is. He searches for the answer, trying to explain the universe as precisely as he could. This might be partly because his ability to think challenges him to use it to the fullest - rational pride as one might say - but regardless of what it precisely is, the drive is inert and powerful on its own. One might not notice, but the daily activities of a certain being is made possible by the subconscious, if not unconscious longing to find the purpose of life. Thus, it is of great interest to try uncovering this puzzle.

A piece of paper lies on the desk. What is written on it? Nothing, it's blank. How did it get there? Someone placed it on the desk. Why was it placed there? It would be used to write a draft of an essay. What essay would that be? An integration paper that is supposed to reach the teacher's hands by tomorrow. What ideas would it talk about? The Philippine society, its problems and suggested solutions. What would be the problems that are present in the Philippines? Many, and corruption is one of them. What is that corruption that troubles the Philippine society? Abuse of power, unfair governance, short-term policies. What is power, or governance perhaps? The ability and responsibility of controlling certain aspects of the community. How is this control imposed? Through laws and orders. Why should there be laws? To keep the community harmonized. Why should the community be harmonized? To avoid conflicts which could hurt people. Why should people not get hurt? Because it is their right to get hurt. Why do people have rights?

Because their existence is for a purpose.

Silly as it may seem, seemingly ordinary facts point toward the essential question of utility. This is true for all. Even if one asks about the peanut butter inside a sandwich, one would end up rationalizing existence. But what really is the utility of human life, as well as of everything existing in the universe?

Observing the workings of the perceivable world, one could not make out details of its motion (which is both physical and metaphysical in aspect). Thus, it is nearly impossible to inspect on its purpose, which lies beneath the mechanisms. But then, further reasoning would lead us to look upon the blurred images of the system, distinguishing patterns from which a vague idea could be reconstructed. The behavior of the universe is almost as irrational as the word itself, and this is in a very paradoxical way. What is meant is that the universe is very systematic, and seems to have rigid laws that puts everything in place. But the mere fact that exceptions exist on virtually every law disrupts the law itself, and a new law of larger scope is then created. This conflict is essentially endless, and the possibility of an ultimate law is a question rhetorical in quality. Then we realize that it is a detail we are trying unravel; patterns are what is sought for. We can then see that the conflict-resolution cycle leads to a seeming endpoint; and that is one of greater rationalization, i.e. more logical. This more reasonable end is a seeming standard that the universe's workings drive on, and one could only speculate at the identity of the asymptote (one amazing fact is that higher math, though it looses that practicality which most students invoke during times of incomprehensibility, touches on philosophy, especially its accurate description of the universe). One can easily find a word for it, however, and it is this that the whole argument is leading to:

Perfection.

Indeed, the natural tendency of all things is to achieve perfection. One would dispute on this through entropy or death or the impermanence of things, but one should notice that even they have underlying theoretical concepts explaining their unity with the grand plan. Entropy, for example, may actually not be imperfection in itself. Though energy loses its utilitarian purpose, its existence can never be tied to human satisfaction. Thus it could be perfection for energy to become random heat. Alternatively, entropy could be seen as energy rising to a dimension of higher perfection, leaving imprints on this universe now seen as disorder. This also is an alternative explanation for death, for we are familiar with concept of heaven (the ultimate perfection) which proceeds death (the seeming exception). Chaos theory touches on this matter (again another fascinating math fact), and shows a theoretical hypothesis of how everything - even disorder itself - is systematic, much like how exceptions turn out to perfectly obey laws.

However, one would ask: isn't it too selfish, too base to say that mankind exists to perfect itself? This might somehow be true; but, thinking again, one could integrate this into one conclusion, and surprisingly it takes into account the deepest outcries of religion itself.

Perfection is beauty. Beauty is goodness. Goodness is love...Love is God.

Pondering upon Things

Quite shivering. It's cold outside the room. The glimmer of the street lamps may have contributed some heat, but it seems that it is the only heat available. The wind is blowing.

Quite sharply, I noticed the firefly fluttering upon the bamboo grove. Glowing, with a fleeting transient presence that catches attention yet triggers anticipation. I do not know what I would do next. Jump off the road and into the dense cluster of tall reeds? No, that would be silly indeed. I'd rather wait for the next flash to appear; and it did.


Quite surprised at my being surprised, I stopped walking for a while. Thinking. Or maybe, trying to think. What should I be thinking? What a question. Disgraceful. But I guess I really should be thinking. The beautiful scene, the stream of incoherent imaginations. Lo! I have thought of a though to think.

Quietly I sat. Yes, on the sidewalks. There were no cars passing, not even people. The place was barren except for me and nature. Or am I separated from nature? Oh well, I'm going to think. Deeply. Digging. Or, should I say, diving?

Quite different from getting old is getting crazy. It appears unrelated, but in fact they are one and the same. Everything is. It is not a cause and effect relationship, but rather a cause and another cause. Old age is seen as the portal to knowing the truth, they say. Wisdom, one acquires experience and thus gets wise through it. Craziness, on the other hand, is the acquisition of something cannot grasp. A scary voice? Bells ringing perpetually? A disillusioned diemnsion of reality? People disregard it as simply irrational - crazy - as if it is different from the rational and the "normal". You see, irrationality is dictated by a lose of logic. But to have a complete lose of truth is too systematic to be illogical - one needs to know every bit of truth to revert it and become crazy altogether. Thus crazy people are better than most of us. The "normal" people comprehend a mixture of truth and fallacy, this being an effect of the degradation of reason (logic's shortcoming, i.e. its vulnerability to emotions). The true normal person, however, is that which knows and stand with the norm - more precisely described as perfect. And thus to be crazy - that is, to be the opposite of normal - is to be the exact opposite of normal. And this is a perfection in itself - and a norm in itself. The whole point is that crazy people acquire truth in theory, though it is incomprehensible to the minds of the normal - I suggest a better term is common - and dismiss it as unimportant under the reasoning of craziness. Thus getting old and getting crazy both acquire the truth, though in different ways. And I think I am getting both at the same time.

Quite strange, but I feel that something will happen a few hours from now. Am I getting crazy? No, I'm simply getting old.

Quiet. The place is quiet for now.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Break

There I was...absorbed in the events that come with "school", college to be specific. It has been a long time since I drained myself - that is, by writing in a blog without having a draft (which I make when I submit papers and stuff)...The flow of thought just drains stress...at least for a while.

Well, this is my launch of a whole new blog. Ha,it seems so weird to change my whole blog into a different one...I was actually planning to delete this, but the comments just make me guilty of doing such...a crime I would say...

Well, seriously if anyone reads this (or cares about it), I would like to tell that someone that my previous blogs were either so-so or plain crap.Though I cannot say that with my multiply blog, but I just realized that the order and content of each blog entry affects a blog in such a way that other entries would be seen in the same context. Therefore, I should say that copy-pastes from different blogs is simply a failure...oh well, I failed miserably.

But at least I learned...And now I am trying to put into practice these newly discovered principles...ha, I sound like an expert.

Actually, the reason why I wrote this is simply to try to purge my awful past entries...I can't delete them, yet I can't hide them either. I am left with the option of making a cover entry that would push them all out of sight...I wish they all will...

Oh well,that's it. I have a math exam tomorrow...finals to be more specific...I hope I can carry on...

P.S. if you read my blog,can you please leave comments. The comments simply fuel me to write. Which is why my multiply is active...Many people comment on my entries...so, if you will pity me (wow, nice term) please do leave comments...

Saturday, July 26, 2008

A Total Revival Effort

It is a sad thing that this blog has died for...years. But I am trying to do something so that this is already updated. Well, I have a different blog, at arrcanghel.blogspot.com and arankar.multiply.com. The first one is new,the other is my favorite. :D

Sunday, February 17, 2008

JUN LOZADA LOSER

WITH CAPS LOCK LETTERS I DECLARE LOZADA AS A LOSER. WHY? CAUSE HE IS JUST LETTING THE TRUTH GET KILLED.
Indeed, Jun Lozada is making the fragile truth so vulnerable to breaking down. And worse, it is not just the truth that's gonna die: the nation will crash down. With all the close-minded Filipinos convinced that the government is convicted, they all are crazy at the fact. The church is even crazier in mixing with dirty politics. THESE PRIESTS ARE BETTER OFF BEING POLITICIANS. They blinded by the fame that comes with the uprising. To make things worse, the economy will once again fall. THE ILLITERATE MASSES WILL SAY THAT THE COUNTRY IS STILL BAD. WHAT SHOULD THEY EXPECT, AN OVERNIGHT SHIFT FROM 5TH WORLD TO 1ST WORLD CONDITIONS? And they are trying to overthrow Gloria. WHAT THE HELL? ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE OVERTHROWING OF ERAP IS USELESS AND WE ARE BETTER OFF WITH THE P60 FOREIGN EXCHANGE RATE? AND SHOULD THEY SAY THAT THE GROWTH IS INSIGNIFICANT, WHAT ABOUT THE FACT THAT WE ARE GROWING DESPITE THE RECESSION THAT IS HAPPENING WORLDWIDE?
Thus, Lozada should have opted to scheme first before doing anything stupid. LOZADA, PLEASE DO NOT BE SUCH A LOSER!