Endless

I define human actions, future events, and chains of consequences. I see through hearts and minds, and i weave upcoming occurrences through the fabric of human interdependence. I send notions into action, and I choose the path of the universe itself. I am destiny.

I am the boundary of the vast unknown and life. I send souls to rest, and I pick dying candles into the places where they are headed to. I am a simple and timely visitor, yet my realm is hidden until I come. The living fear me, but the wise understand my existence. I am death.

I float in the world of possibilities. In the merging of minds through the slumber of should I create oracles and visions and phantoms of what can be. The endless labyrinth of alternate realities slip through my hand, as the sands of fantasy linger and disappear with waking. I am dream.

I am the icon of reality, as things created disappear. All of the universe are in constant change as I choose new forms soon to prevail. Humans loathe me, yet I maintain existence through the balance of movements. With my sill things perish, yet this simply makes room for the new. I am destruction.

Fires are my favourite, as I kindle spirits and put motion into human live. I am purpose, I am reason, I am the essence of humanity. With my will the world is under my control. I flow through the innermost chambers of one's heart, as I give meaning to life itself. I am desire.

I am eternal pain, I am suffering itself. I am the darkest entity of intelligence. I look out of mirrors of the unlucky, of the oppressed, and of the lonely. I cut off trees of alternate realities, as I block the paths of dilemma and create blank stares of disillusionment. I am despair.

I live by myself, as people think they do. I am the chaos of logic, the order of randomness. I am chance inside the unrestricted mind, as I dance in the vast skies of the unbounded consciousness. I am loss of control, I am the speeding kite in outer space. I am delirium.

Will, existence, reality, substance, hatred, hope, sanity, the governing aspects of the human mind at hand. Anthropomorphic metaphors of universal themes, they are the endless beacons of the conscious existence. Each with eternal power and unbounded obligation, the symbols now speak and reveal a message.




Will you bow down and be our servant, or face our challenge and be our heir?

Fireflies

    To fly like a particle in the vast space of the universe, what existence is that? To move in the surreal fabric of time and eternity, what purpose would it serve? To glow in the vast realm of darkness, what kind of life would that be?

    What kind of existence would this be?

    In the interweaving of pluralities and idiosyncrasies, there is a united doubt as to what is what and why. The truth, the ideals, both words have blurred due to cultural diffusion and social revolutions. And the philosophers are bothered.

    From a worm's-eye view the entropic problems are massive and overwhelming. Societal deconstruction and behavioral liberation create a pandemic wave of dissatisfaction and genuine poverty. Sociologists are alarmed.

    Parallel histories have drawn up cyclic motions of distress and catastrophe. Even the physical world is crumbling down into a runaway reaction mechanism of climate instability, biological decline and resource scarcity. Scientists shake their heads.

    What, then, would this pathetic chain of events lead to? The downward spiral seems to lead to absolute despair, towards the bottomless abyss coined “hell”. The “End of the World”, isn't it? Or perhaps the end of this world, out of the many worlds that has so far been imagined? What is the answer? What definitely was the question? Why?

    The firefly flew out of its hiding place. It is night, and it is time. It flashes out its signal, it send bursts of yellowish green light while whirling in characteristic flight. Where would the other be? The insect dances, not knowing any better, as if the whole world is watching its majestic performance. The dance of nature.

    Indeed it has an audience, but it is a man whose gaze is blank and empty. As he sees the faint glowing thing, he is amused. Bio-luminescence, the conversion of chemical energy into light with the smallest amount of heat! Cold light, spectacular biological process, the audience stares at the fleeting streaks of green glow. Yet he sees it from a distance, his appreciation fading into the dark nothingness. He is somber once more.

    Yet, as if acting on cue, the firefly went nearer to him. It danced, it swayed, it went closer. Its light got brighter, and its dance seemed more slow and deliberate. And then, as if caught in the alien trance, he extends his arms and opens his palm. The insect drew closer, then landed in his finger.

    The light! In his finger!

    He was frozen, looking in disbelief at the little creature that rests in his hands. What had brought it to him? Was it tired of flying, or is it part of the drama? The insect wriggled, but to his amazement it did not fly away. It was just there, glowing on and off like a living Christmas light.

    And he marveled at its beauty.

    Yes, it is the problem of globalization that contrasting cultures are bashing each other. Racism, discrimination, exchange of insults between two groups who claim that one is a falsity of the other, all these things trouble everyone. Who should we follow? To whom should we believe? Yet to determine which is right or which is wrong does not matter in the end; it is to appreciate the goodness in each, and the diversity of the whole that is essential.

    Many people are suffering the pains of the world, and yet there also exists those who have been given much. This does not mean, however, that the current world is simply unfair and the society is to be abolished. In perspective each individual has been given the same, it is a matter of seeing what one has in abundance. And what one is in excess and the other in need, one gives. Thus the value interdependence arises, and what is important is not that differences should be abolished but the inner selfishness.

    The Earth is a large entity, yet it should be known that it is finite. It is a self-operating machine that acts in accordance to the laws of matter and physical existence, and what is put upon it the Earth simply responds in return. For centuries man fought its way against nature to survive, yet it has now reached a point that he should fight his own creations for survival; and at times man fights man for personal gains. Therefore how can man survive? He should first restore himself. If man finally understands why he must act, he would stop thinking of himself. And if he did, he would be able to cooperate with others. And once he understands his own machinations he gains insight as to the workings of nature itself,  to which he is part of. And thus he can restore the Earth at last.

    And how is all these possible?

    Because man hopes.

    The man was still gazing when he sensed that the insect was about to go. He looked at it more closely, as if seeping the light into himself. But he realized that it wasn't needed at all, that he was just reminded of a fact he knew all along. And as, at last, the firefly flew out, the man stares, marveling at how the tiny being can dissolve the darkness, his darkness.

Tribute

                            Bowed down

                            Across the audience of the world

                            Declaring existence

It is I

        The I that speaks

        Yes,

            It spoke many times

            It breathed the marred air

            And talked itself

    It has been with the world

                - it is one with it

    It is one with humanity

    And the unity of entirety

                            It speaks in behalf

        Of itself

                            It speaks of the goodness of life

“The gift bestowed upon man

Gratefulness, gratitude, silence

        Companions

    It is impossible to separate unity

    Yet it is unpredictable to meet diversity

Grateful of the

        Time

        Friendship

        Hope

The impossibility of existence with absence”

    And it speaks

                            On how others provide

                            Each and every need

            The nurturing and caring and support

            The first shards of loyalty

            The bonds through mere fun

            The roots of common interest

            The shared identity

            The interaction

            The opportunity to know

                Self and self-sacrifice

The chance to be

                            Loved.

Ubermensch

It is not pity. It is not sympathy. It is not a feeling of hopelessness. It is inspiration.

There are thousands of people who live by the outskirts of the standard of living, continuing daily life in the most unimaginable way. This, at least, is in the view of those living the “normal” (or better yet “pampered”) life. Day by day they undertake the same round of chores, each of which is of considerable workload. In an average household, virtually everyone has a work to do (this may only exclude very young infants), and this depends upon the capacity of each member of the family. What should be noted, however, is that the job requires the full capability of the individual, i.e. if a person can barely lift a load, he or she should lift the load repeatedly and as often as possible. Such is not inherent in the job, but the need to earn enough imposes a psychological rule to each worker. Thus each person is not really required to climb a kilometer up a mountain, but the need to plant as much crops as possible pushes every farmer to do so. And they do it every day without cease.

Another aspect of their lives is the simplicity of their ways of living. They only have to have food to eat, water to drink, clothes to wear, and people to talk to. They do not fuss over what food is brought up in the table, and their appetite is one which is relative to the amount of food available and to the number of people who are eating. They do not and refuse to know the dirtiness and possible contamination that accompanies their source of water, relying on their strengthened bodies to combat such illnesses that their water bring. They vaguely know about fashion, and if they do they do so only to praise their favorite actors and actresses. Their sense of style is one which takes into account the wear and tear that their work is associated with. Therefore with their indifference on the first three needs they make it up on the fourth one.

As “working beasts” they are surprisingly more humane than many so-called “cultured” people. They do not read self-help books on happiness, but they enjoy life to the fullest. They never knew formal etiquette and the “appropriate social behavior” but their meekness and courtesy (which is the heart of all social graces) is more than enough. They never went to universities, but their knowledge on both the workings of their communities and the details of their job qualifies them as scientists, political thinkers, and philosophers. They may rarely have church services, bible studies, or even a bible itself, but their unfathomable faith which sustains them through such hardships makes them holy. They may not know the luxuries of the world, but by doing so they have transcended reality. They are, in every way, awesome.

Now disaster has struck, destroying areas of both the poor and wealthy alike. They grieve for what happened and they lie helpless as their possessions are stripped to nothing. The wealthy will pull out their cash and simply repair or replace the things that were damaged or lost. The poor are left out, seeking refuge upon those who are unharmed and are willing to help. The wealthy may complain about their favorite car getting crushed or their playstation games getting corrupted or their laptops getting busted and thus no internet for some time. The poor, however, has to deal with the loss of shelter, job, clothing, food and water supply, all of which they cannot afford to replace. Is this absolute despair? Is this the end of the world for them? Is this a great unfairness of things, with the wealthy having a simple “loss-of-replaceable-things” event while the poor have a huge catastrophe? No, it is not. For them, this is another task that they have to undergo with. Yes, they would have to deal with a mountain of troubles, but haven't they conquered such things every day? And because the whole community suffers the same loss, wouldn't it be easier for them, now that they can do it together? Thus it is not the loss of their things that matters to them, but the welfare of their neighbors and relatives. They mourn for those who were washed away, drowned while escaping or simply trapped inside their houses while the water rose. And they do not see the sadness of the washed out community, but the glimmer of hope from the volunteer workers and fellow refugees alike.

Aren't they awesome?

Hindsight

Why?

A man is sitting on a wooden bench, staring at the buzzing traffic. He puffs his cigarette for a while, then scratches his bulging belly out of boredom. A loud shout calls him, and as he leans to the source he sees a fat woman carrying the laundry basket in one hand and an infant in another. Without blinking he turns away, and looks out again upon the busy street with an air of indifference.

Why?

The carpenter pulls out a hammer and a set of nails from the package. He starts climbing the scaffold of bamboo sticks, making sure that the nails don't fall from his grasp. As he reaches the roof, he starts putting the nails into place. He drives five nails for the ceiling's joint, five nails for the roof, and two nails for the gutter. Seeing that he needs more, he starts his way down. That is when the ladder breaks.

Why?

The dormitory was already silent, but she was walking frantically to and from her room. She had her books on both hands while her laptop was at the study area. She finally settled down on her seat, putting down the last pile of books beside her laptop. She first did the abstract for her dissertation. An hour after she stopped and started reading her review materials for the exam. She was flipping through the first pages of the book when she suddenly blacked out. She can't see anything, she can't hear anything. All she knows is that her stomach was very painful.

Why?

The real world is a jumble of conundrums, a web of causalities and forking destinies. Their seems to be no order, everything is in a chaos of chance events and random occurrences. Lots of choices, hundreds of opportunities, yet success is both exhilarating and frightful. Millions of lives upon the hands of a fearsome society, what would reality look like in eye of the All-Seeing? The jigsaw puzzle of the global daily life is an unimaginable mess. What is the meaning of choosing right? What would the different viewpoints be in the absolute scale? Define truth? Define freedom? Define justice? What are wisdom and reason? What is living? What is human?

Why?

Principal Deception

Of what use is bitterness if it only destroys?

The framework of the human society is the desire to communicate, relate, and learn with each other. Man needs the cooperation of the immediate neighborhood to become an entity, to obtain an identity that is unique and personal. The actions of a single human being can only be successful if other human beings interact with the causal and consequential interplay that results from it. It is the work of a totally isolated individual that radiates pointlessly in the empty space of the inorganic, nonliving world.

Man cannot be the lone island of a lone ocean of a lone planet in a lone universe.

Why, then, do people try to withdraw, or even refuse and negate social interactions directed upon them? What is the overall result of the action of isolation, of defiance and degradation of what is natural?

Emotions. The fleeting realm of eternal change, which bears purpose from the identity of the self and the nature of the action upon it. Affects all, felt by many, and controls a few. But its total control upon a rational being is too irrational in itself. Feelings are mere responses, acting upon an occurrence without a true connection to a future, infinitesimal or eternal. In its essence, in its act of being, it conveys a message and a truth about the nature of the triggering stimulus, yet it only holds meaning to that particular stimulus and to no other. Thus to act in accordance to a feeling after the stimulus has been responded to is nonsense.

That is, to hurt a friend because of a lover is meaningless.

Yet the very nature of feelings affect the occurrence itself. It affects logic, in such a way as a very negative emotion can pervert the mind and bend the philosophy of morals. Thus the immediate guilt upon the person is seemingly diminished by this corruption of reasoning, but it is also because of a perfectly personal decision that the perversion happened (and with which the state of mind at the time of the decision is very sound and logical). An irony of situation is created, with the doer and the victim and the neutral audience deceived in different aspects. In a positive way, emotions bend logic as to shortcut the process of elimination and arrive at a visionary decision which is rightful. On the grave side, the person hurts others, hurts himself, and ceases to become a rational being.

And he dies, remaining un-human until he breaks free from the emotion.

What, then, is the use of rejecting someone who tries to make you happy because of an unintentional mistake that one cannot let go?

Burning in Thy Love

                                                                            Fiery
                                                                            Burning
                                                                            Devouring
                                                                            Endless
                                                                            Beautiful
                               The rediscovery of what is basic, simple, assumed, forgotten
                               The realization of the truth, the reason, the logic, the only way
                                                                            Suppressed
                                                                            Persistent
                                                                            Striving
                                                                            Hopeful
                                                                            Wanting
                                                                            Relating
                                                                            Persuading
                                                                            Ubiquitous
                                                                             Unselfish
                                                                            Patient
                                                                            Loving

There is nothing more to say. Mere fragments of untranslatable ideas remain. The night closes in.

And I dream of dawn.