Deeply hurt, the bronze-skinned woman turned back again to face the desert.
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a fairy by her bow.
As John stepped into the closet, he suddenly heard a large whooshing sound like the movement of a whip, followed by a stinging sensation and a deep and chilling voice that whispered, "Now you belong to me..."
Dreadlocks aside, the mutant baboon was rather handsome.
I stopped eating sausage after my older brothers pulled one prank on me in 5th grade that involved a ladder and some feathers.
Minamumbs and ziddlebwees, that's what little argadroms are made of.
Hey lady, you dropped your mace.
On second thought, if I had to eke out my existence in a post-zombie-apocalypse world, I actually might not want to bring you.
Hey there, are you living in hiding, or are you hiding in life?
Surely, no man had ever witnessed such a myriad of anything, be it stars or ants, leaves or sand.
Having said what few rousing words he had left in his ragged throat, General Fowler finished with one last hoarse cry, "Let us drown them in our thoughts!"
--
Tonight Carlos' heart beats, inexorably, marching deep and down into depths from which he has never reached out. At these times, Carlos realizes that his heart is not his own, but rather a malicious little gnome named Teddy.
"Teddy, why do you always have to go down there? Come on, I'm tired," Carlos says.
Teddy only issues forth a wicked giggle of pleasure. "Hee hee hee..."
"Come on Teddy, I- I, really don't have time for this. I have lots of stuff that I need to do before bed," Carlos says.
Teddy twiddles his gnome thumbs and smiles sinisterly. "Hee hee hee..."
"Really. Teddy, I can't just sit here and wait for you to stop playing games with me."
Teddy's eyes twinkle in the darkness as he retreats further, deeper. Soon they are the only sign of his presence. "Hee hee hee..."
"You do the same damn thing every night, right when I'm finally ready to do work. Or when I'm finally alone."
"Hee hee hee..."
"That's it, isn't it. When I'm alone. That you come out. That you scamper down there like some little creature."
"Hee hee hee..."
"Yea. That's it. Only because I'm alone. That's why."
"Hee hee hee..."
You leave me heartless. I hate you.
Hee hee hee...
If only I could reach you, down there, so far, so dark, I don't know where you are. Where could you be. Where.
Hee hee hee...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Contentment
I was casting about online tonight, essentially just slumming around while deciding whether or not to do work at 3am (no Friday classes, hooray), and I was struck by how much peace I felt despite what I would describe objectively as a crushing workload bearing down on me within the next week or so. Thinking about this calm reminded me of the following.
"Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need."
Philippians 4:11-12
A dear friend of mine once highlighted these two verses in my Bible using a colored pencil. On my first reading, and during many subsequent readings, I had interpreted this passage to mean that Paul (the writer here) had learned to feel content even when without our natural human desires from food and shelter to entertainment and free time. This passage often encouraged me to pursue my relationship with God because I, too, desired to feel this contentment without any tangible fulfillment. The last time I read this passage and took it to heart was perhaps a year and a half ago.
Upon reexamining the passage, I found that while my previous interpretation was not entirely incorrect, I had been very much misguided. True, Paul writes about facing need. But what I had completely missed was that Paul speaks of abundance in the same breath, as an equal to need, and so reveals a common flaw in our approach towards God.
The need that Paul primarily refers to is hunger, a desire that Paul surely felt much of in his life while incarcerated. On the flip side, the abundance that Paul speaks of refers to the many gifts that he is showered with by the Philippians (4:15) as well as elsewhere in his letters. But the manner that Paul speaks of this hunger and plenty is of adversity to both! Paul does not have preference for one or the other, nor does he complain about either. In fact, Paul talks of "facing" both, and in doing so reveals to us a natural tendency we have in our relationships with God.
Firstly, we might think of "plenty" as having been given all that we might desire. When I think of having "plenty", I think of having a loving and beautiful family and more than enough to get along comfortably with. One might also think of exceeding riches, or great stockpiles of food, or long periods of free time. Paul tells us that he has learned to "be content" while "facing plenty". I am inclined to believe that I have not nearly the wisdom of Paul, so therefore I am forced to conclude by his words that there lies some peril or anguish to be had in facing plenty.
Secondly, we might think too easily of the obstacle that Paul refers to in "hunger" or "need". I for one immediately think of the solution to a problem of need being whatever is needed. That is, when I am thirsty, the solution is water. With this mindset, one might wonder at Paul's statement that he has "(finally) learned the secret of facing... hunger". With even a less naive way of thinking, one might simply conclude (as I did) that the secret was that God would take away his hunger by some supernatural method, and therefore, Paul is saying that we ought to rely on God instead of worldly solutions, like water.
But Paul is not saying that when he faced hunger, he relied on God and so his hunger was taken away from him, nor is he saying something similar about having plenty. His contentment arises not from fulfillment of his needs, but rather from his discipleship under Christ. Too often do we lump together in our minds our worldly needs with our relationship with God. When we are hungry, we ask to be fed, and when we are full, we give thanks for having been fed. Though Jesus time and time again tells us to not worry about our earthly needs (Matt 6:25, 11:28, 15:32), we feel most the urgency to pray to God when we are in need. On the other hand, too infrequently do we feel the need to pray when we have plenty, as in the parable of the rich fool (Luke 12:13-21). Paul reveals to us that these situations are the same, because neither want nor plenty ought determine our current state of being, as we are in Christ, and so our sufficiency is in him. Truly, Paul finds Christ sufficient in both times of need and times of plenty! As Paul says in verse 13 ("I can do all things through him who strengthens me."), our states of being are determined by the strength that Christ gives us to complete the tasks given to us as part our discipleship in him. Only in this way does Paul know "how to be brought low" and "how to abound".
One last note: reading commentaries is exceedingly helpful.
"Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need."
Philippians 4:11-12
A dear friend of mine once highlighted these two verses in my Bible using a colored pencil. On my first reading, and during many subsequent readings, I had interpreted this passage to mean that Paul (the writer here) had learned to feel content even when without our natural human desires from food and shelter to entertainment and free time. This passage often encouraged me to pursue my relationship with God because I, too, desired to feel this contentment without any tangible fulfillment. The last time I read this passage and took it to heart was perhaps a year and a half ago.
Upon reexamining the passage, I found that while my previous interpretation was not entirely incorrect, I had been very much misguided. True, Paul writes about facing need. But what I had completely missed was that Paul speaks of abundance in the same breath, as an equal to need, and so reveals a common flaw in our approach towards God.
The need that Paul primarily refers to is hunger, a desire that Paul surely felt much of in his life while incarcerated. On the flip side, the abundance that Paul speaks of refers to the many gifts that he is showered with by the Philippians (4:15) as well as elsewhere in his letters. But the manner that Paul speaks of this hunger and plenty is of adversity to both! Paul does not have preference for one or the other, nor does he complain about either. In fact, Paul talks of "facing" both, and in doing so reveals to us a natural tendency we have in our relationships with God.
Firstly, we might think of "plenty" as having been given all that we might desire. When I think of having "plenty", I think of having a loving and beautiful family and more than enough to get along comfortably with. One might also think of exceeding riches, or great stockpiles of food, or long periods of free time. Paul tells us that he has learned to "be content" while "facing plenty". I am inclined to believe that I have not nearly the wisdom of Paul, so therefore I am forced to conclude by his words that there lies some peril or anguish to be had in facing plenty.
Secondly, we might think too easily of the obstacle that Paul refers to in "hunger" or "need". I for one immediately think of the solution to a problem of need being whatever is needed. That is, when I am thirsty, the solution is water. With this mindset, one might wonder at Paul's statement that he has "(finally) learned the secret of facing... hunger". With even a less naive way of thinking, one might simply conclude (as I did) that the secret was that God would take away his hunger by some supernatural method, and therefore, Paul is saying that we ought to rely on God instead of worldly solutions, like water.
But Paul is not saying that when he faced hunger, he relied on God and so his hunger was taken away from him, nor is he saying something similar about having plenty. His contentment arises not from fulfillment of his needs, but rather from his discipleship under Christ. Too often do we lump together in our minds our worldly needs with our relationship with God. When we are hungry, we ask to be fed, and when we are full, we give thanks for having been fed. Though Jesus time and time again tells us to not worry about our earthly needs (Matt 6:25, 11:28, 15:32), we feel most the urgency to pray to God when we are in need. On the other hand, too infrequently do we feel the need to pray when we have plenty, as in the parable of the rich fool (Luke 12:13-21). Paul reveals to us that these situations are the same, because neither want nor plenty ought determine our current state of being, as we are in Christ, and so our sufficiency is in him. Truly, Paul finds Christ sufficient in both times of need and times of plenty! As Paul says in verse 13 ("I can do all things through him who strengthens me."), our states of being are determined by the strength that Christ gives us to complete the tasks given to us as part our discipleship in him. Only in this way does Paul know "how to be brought low" and "how to abound".
One last note: reading commentaries is exceedingly helpful.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Stary Story
Before I say anything else, I just want to point out that I have been around this part of the galaxy a few times, so there aren't too many phenomenon out there that I haven't seen. And by phenomenon, I'm not talking about your average solar flare or overweight red giant; I've seen some pretty interesting things, like black holes dancing or asteroid fields bigger than Canis Majoris. So yea, I've seen things.
But one galactic year, when I was passing by some local nebulas, I saw something that surprised me in a way that no star has ever been surprised. So there I was, just moseying along in the Orion Arm, which is my favorite segment of the galaxy to hang around, and tearing out of some small nebula below me comes some tiny young upstart star, flying up all tangled in molecular clouds. I keep my pace, though she's coming right at me, because I figure she'll see me and turn aside. But she doesn't pay any attention! She zooms right past me, almost getting caught in my orbit, and she's emitting ion trails at the top of her lungs, without a care in the universe. Something like this had never happened to me. There I was, a white main sequence star, which makes me one of the brightest in this neighborhood, and this little bunch of gas just comes and pushes me off course! She might as well have been a protostar!
In any case, after she noticed that her trajectory was distinctly altered by my gravitational field, she hooked herself around a nearby cluster and came back. Boy, I was surprised when she came back, especially since I was pretty sure I'd never see her again, nor did I want to. As she neared, I realized that this girl was the brightest ball of fire I had ever seen! I rarely see a star as bright as myself, but this one was something else. She glowed a majestic deep blue, with an ultraviolet emission that was off the charts! She had to be an O-class star, something I have never seen before, and again, I've been around for quite a while.
Having come within range of my heliosphere, she gave me a wink and settled into a loose binary orbit. That's right, her diameter was only slightly less than mine, but her blue corona definitely fell into the "slimming" category.
"Hey, sorry about the flyby, I'm kinda in a rush."
"No kidding. I almost skipped a solar cycle."
"Hey, I said I was sorry."
"... It's alright. I was just surprised, that's all."
"Bright guy like you? I bet you've seen wilder. You can't be younger than twenty million years. Oh, not that you look old or anything."
"Ah, well thanks for the compliment, I think. I'm Sirius."
"Carina. But everybody calls me Blue. I'm not sure why."
"Ah... yes. Enchanted. Where are you headed, Blue?"
"I'm heading out of the plane of the Milky Way."
"Wait, what? You mean you're trying to leave the galaxy?"
"Yep. I want to see what is out there that hasn't been seen here."
"But have you seen everything that there is here?"
"Well, no."
"How about you stay here a while and I'll show you some things I'll bet you never thought possible."
"Maybe."
"Come with me for a bit. Just a couple hundred thousand years. Trust me."
"You said your name was Sirius?"
And just like that, we were together. I had never expected to become a binary star, but after that encounter we hugged so close together that sometimes I wasn't sure which flares were mine and which flares were her's. We journeyed far and wide and saw anything that you could imagine, from neutron stars to pulsars, from brown dwarf clusters to red super giants. The whole time I just couldn't believe my luck at having met a star so bright, so luminous, that some times I believed that we could waltz right by black holes without even deviating from our course.
But all the while, though she was seeing things she had never before imaged, I could tell that at her core, she was just burning to go. She had never mentioned again her earlier intention after we had set off together, but I knew it was still present. Where exactly you would end up out there above the plane, I didn't know, and she probably didn't either, but that didn't stop her restlessness. Eventually, I parked us down out midway in the Cygnus arm and turned to look at her.
"What's wrong? You've been breaking out in sunspots so often recently. What's on your mind, Blue?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Well, actually, that's not true. I've been looking out at the space up there all these years, and with every new thing that we come upon, I just want even more to just soar up out of here and find something even more amazing."
"Oh, Blue. I've spent all this time trying to show you that there is plenty here for you, that we could travel the rest of our star cycles together without ever needing anything else, but I can see now that all this has been only a detour for you. Is there nothing I can do to convince you to stay here with me?"
"...I'm sorry, Sirius. But I've got to go."
"Well, I guess this is goodbye. You were the best and brightest binary partner I've ever had."
"Yea. So long."
Even after she had left for the heavens, I could not help but gaze longingly after her. I idled there in her wake for almost two million years before I was able to move on, caught in the tide of the galaxy's rotation. I never saw her again, and nobody I spoke to after that had any recollection of ever seeing a small but spectacularly blue O-class star who could charm her way out of any black hole cluster with just a glimmer.
Eventually I tried to go back to my previous routine of scouring the Milky Way for new sights in order to occupy myself, but nothing ever had the same appeal without Blue orbiting beside me. The eons passed slowly, and soon I approached the end of my main sequence. Even now as I look back, there was no greater period of my lifetime than those few years I spent drifting wildly about with her. It wasn't that I saw the craziest sights of my life during those years, or even that I was young and in my prime. Truly, if we had journeyed all that distance and found absolutely nothing, my solar spectrum wouldn't have decreased at all, and that was because of Blue. She was the kind whose orbit only comes by once in a lifetime, a spectacular specimen of a star, a dream so beautiful that you want never to wake from it.
But one galactic year, when I was passing by some local nebulas, I saw something that surprised me in a way that no star has ever been surprised. So there I was, just moseying along in the Orion Arm, which is my favorite segment of the galaxy to hang around, and tearing out of some small nebula below me comes some tiny young upstart star, flying up all tangled in molecular clouds. I keep my pace, though she's coming right at me, because I figure she'll see me and turn aside. But she doesn't pay any attention! She zooms right past me, almost getting caught in my orbit, and she's emitting ion trails at the top of her lungs, without a care in the universe. Something like this had never happened to me. There I was, a white main sequence star, which makes me one of the brightest in this neighborhood, and this little bunch of gas just comes and pushes me off course! She might as well have been a protostar!
In any case, after she noticed that her trajectory was distinctly altered by my gravitational field, she hooked herself around a nearby cluster and came back. Boy, I was surprised when she came back, especially since I was pretty sure I'd never see her again, nor did I want to. As she neared, I realized that this girl was the brightest ball of fire I had ever seen! I rarely see a star as bright as myself, but this one was something else. She glowed a majestic deep blue, with an ultraviolet emission that was off the charts! She had to be an O-class star, something I have never seen before, and again, I've been around for quite a while.
Having come within range of my heliosphere, she gave me a wink and settled into a loose binary orbit. That's right, her diameter was only slightly less than mine, but her blue corona definitely fell into the "slimming" category.
"Hey, sorry about the flyby, I'm kinda in a rush."
"No kidding. I almost skipped a solar cycle."
"Hey, I said I was sorry."
"... It's alright. I was just surprised, that's all."
"Bright guy like you? I bet you've seen wilder. You can't be younger than twenty million years. Oh, not that you look old or anything."
"Ah, well thanks for the compliment, I think. I'm Sirius."
"Carina. But everybody calls me Blue. I'm not sure why."
"Ah... yes. Enchanted. Where are you headed, Blue?"
"I'm heading out of the plane of the Milky Way."
"Wait, what? You mean you're trying to leave the galaxy?"
"Yep. I want to see what is out there that hasn't been seen here."
"But have you seen everything that there is here?"
"Well, no."
"How about you stay here a while and I'll show you some things I'll bet you never thought possible."
"Maybe."
"Come with me for a bit. Just a couple hundred thousand years. Trust me."
"You said your name was Sirius?"
And just like that, we were together. I had never expected to become a binary star, but after that encounter we hugged so close together that sometimes I wasn't sure which flares were mine and which flares were her's. We journeyed far and wide and saw anything that you could imagine, from neutron stars to pulsars, from brown dwarf clusters to red super giants. The whole time I just couldn't believe my luck at having met a star so bright, so luminous, that some times I believed that we could waltz right by black holes without even deviating from our course.
But all the while, though she was seeing things she had never before imaged, I could tell that at her core, she was just burning to go. She had never mentioned again her earlier intention after we had set off together, but I knew it was still present. Where exactly you would end up out there above the plane, I didn't know, and she probably didn't either, but that didn't stop her restlessness. Eventually, I parked us down out midway in the Cygnus arm and turned to look at her.
"What's wrong? You've been breaking out in sunspots so often recently. What's on your mind, Blue?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Well, actually, that's not true. I've been looking out at the space up there all these years, and with every new thing that we come upon, I just want even more to just soar up out of here and find something even more amazing."
"Oh, Blue. I've spent all this time trying to show you that there is plenty here for you, that we could travel the rest of our star cycles together without ever needing anything else, but I can see now that all this has been only a detour for you. Is there nothing I can do to convince you to stay here with me?"
"...I'm sorry, Sirius. But I've got to go."
"Well, I guess this is goodbye. You were the best and brightest binary partner I've ever had."
"Yea. So long."
Even after she had left for the heavens, I could not help but gaze longingly after her. I idled there in her wake for almost two million years before I was able to move on, caught in the tide of the galaxy's rotation. I never saw her again, and nobody I spoke to after that had any recollection of ever seeing a small but spectacularly blue O-class star who could charm her way out of any black hole cluster with just a glimmer.
Eventually I tried to go back to my previous routine of scouring the Milky Way for new sights in order to occupy myself, but nothing ever had the same appeal without Blue orbiting beside me. The eons passed slowly, and soon I approached the end of my main sequence. Even now as I look back, there was no greater period of my lifetime than those few years I spent drifting wildly about with her. It wasn't that I saw the craziest sights of my life during those years, or even that I was young and in my prime. Truly, if we had journeyed all that distance and found absolutely nothing, my solar spectrum wouldn't have decreased at all, and that was because of Blue. She was the kind whose orbit only comes by once in a lifetime, a spectacular specimen of a star, a dream so beautiful that you want never to wake from it.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Some of My Recent Thoughts (Again, but Without As Much Humor)
Feel free to debate any of this, or anything at all. Just don't get it on the carpet.
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In order to really be alive and moving and living, we must think. We must ask ourselves the question of "Why" before we go ahead and do. When we observe something in action, we must ask "How" lest we fall to assumption and ignorance. Live this way, and I guarantee that you will live a fuller experience. Seek to know and understand more, because otherwise you know and understand less. Stay conscious, because the alternative is to be unconscious.
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Has anybody else found that there is a balance between comfort and fashion? I can't seem to dress comfortably and (what I deem as) fashionably at the same time.
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When I say that I am tired of the direction of human society, I am really saying that I am tired of adapting to the future and overall being alive.
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I am starting to see why people say that you often receive the things you want only after you've stopped desiring or chasing after them. When you are in want, the thing you seek is bigger than it really is. Once you've given it up, your expectations descend to a realistic level. How to apply this, though, I do not know, for it is difficult to not want something in order to get it.
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I am also perhaps maybe almost understanding the goodness of giving up on those things that you enjoy. Having too many bits and pieces of my existence constantly calling on me to be played or talked to or comforted makes the other bits and pieces that do not call out become ignored. Cutting off the obnoxious parts leaves me only able to focus on what parts really do need my attention.
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Being that this is now senior year and second semester, many things that I do recently evoke in my mind the thought of "This will be the last time I do such and such." I have long held myself to not be a nostalgic person, but now I find myself almost having thoughts of wanting to keep memories or to put value in my experiences here. I guess that being totally cold hearted is unreasonable, so perhaps I will make some attempts to keep photos or otherwise to supplement my sparse memory.
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Which leads me to another thought, which is of my tendency to have no trouble saying good bye. I might find out that this is not true come graduation time, but for now, I can say that at every major parting in my life, I have waved cheerfully and turned my back to go without a backward glance. Perhaps I have never really depended on anybody else, as in the back of my mind I remind myself that more than likely the people I meet will eventually leave my life. I wonder if I have depended on anybody here.
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I would like to meet myself from the beginning of college or even high school and ask a few questions in order to understand myself better. I think this might work better than somebody else telling me about myself, but the latter is probably more feasible.
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If suffering loss allows people to appreciate what was had, then how can we truly appreciate Jesus? Perhaps this is more misguided than I realize.
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In the past, I often said "You must give in order to receive", but I take that phrase and the intended meaning back. Instead I will say this: "If you receive, then receive with thanks. If you give, then give without expectations." I say this because otherwise you give without meaning to sacrifice, and you receive without knowing of sacrifice.
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Every now and then I realize that I am wrong. This is probably the most trying time I experience on a day to day basis. What people do in this situation speaks volumes on maturity and character. Mostly I am petty, insecure, proud, and stubborn. Occasionally I am just OK.
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Jesus was one really really wise dude. Among other things.
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Sometimes it's better to just let it out, since keeping it in is just poisoning yourself. (And yet I keep it in all the same.)
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In order to really be alive and moving and living, we must think. We must ask ourselves the question of "Why" before we go ahead and do. When we observe something in action, we must ask "How" lest we fall to assumption and ignorance. Live this way, and I guarantee that you will live a fuller experience. Seek to know and understand more, because otherwise you know and understand less. Stay conscious, because the alternative is to be unconscious.
-
Has anybody else found that there is a balance between comfort and fashion? I can't seem to dress comfortably and (what I deem as) fashionably at the same time.
-
When I say that I am tired of the direction of human society, I am really saying that I am tired of adapting to the future and overall being alive.
-
I am starting to see why people say that you often receive the things you want only after you've stopped desiring or chasing after them. When you are in want, the thing you seek is bigger than it really is. Once you've given it up, your expectations descend to a realistic level. How to apply this, though, I do not know, for it is difficult to not want something in order to get it.
-
I am also perhaps maybe almost understanding the goodness of giving up on those things that you enjoy. Having too many bits and pieces of my existence constantly calling on me to be played or talked to or comforted makes the other bits and pieces that do not call out become ignored. Cutting off the obnoxious parts leaves me only able to focus on what parts really do need my attention.
-
Being that this is now senior year and second semester, many things that I do recently evoke in my mind the thought of "This will be the last time I do such and such." I have long held myself to not be a nostalgic person, but now I find myself almost having thoughts of wanting to keep memories or to put value in my experiences here. I guess that being totally cold hearted is unreasonable, so perhaps I will make some attempts to keep photos or otherwise to supplement my sparse memory.
-
Which leads me to another thought, which is of my tendency to have no trouble saying good bye. I might find out that this is not true come graduation time, but for now, I can say that at every major parting in my life, I have waved cheerfully and turned my back to go without a backward glance. Perhaps I have never really depended on anybody else, as in the back of my mind I remind myself that more than likely the people I meet will eventually leave my life. I wonder if I have depended on anybody here.
-
I would like to meet myself from the beginning of college or even high school and ask a few questions in order to understand myself better. I think this might work better than somebody else telling me about myself, but the latter is probably more feasible.
-
If suffering loss allows people to appreciate what was had, then how can we truly appreciate Jesus? Perhaps this is more misguided than I realize.
-
In the past, I often said "You must give in order to receive", but I take that phrase and the intended meaning back. Instead I will say this: "If you receive, then receive with thanks. If you give, then give without expectations." I say this because otherwise you give without meaning to sacrifice, and you receive without knowing of sacrifice.
-
Every now and then I realize that I am wrong. This is probably the most trying time I experience on a day to day basis. What people do in this situation speaks volumes on maturity and character. Mostly I am petty, insecure, proud, and stubborn. Occasionally I am just OK.
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Jesus was one really really wise dude. Among other things.
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Sometimes it's better to just let it out, since keeping it in is just poisoning yourself. (And yet I keep it in all the same.)
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
A Poem from Him to Her, So Listen
Sit you softly there, and wait awhile
For time now my thought separates
And let all the kingdoms first crumble down
Lest we rush in filled of haste.
Take your silk and softly spin it
As spiders prepare all during the day
For caught of fortune all work is
Though this you perchance could deem fey.
And striving you not ceasing meanwhile
My hands move mirrored, miracles performed
Biding while abiding with wealth not
Waiting though not bated, with heart warmed.
Until the nigh hour past, that this yet passed
When no longer is without not withheld
Presently would we weep through rose pursed lips
And bring close our flesh to be meld.
For time now my thought separates
And let all the kingdoms first crumble down
Lest we rush in filled of haste.
Take your silk and softly spin it
As spiders prepare all during the day
For caught of fortune all work is
Though this you perchance could deem fey.
And striving you not ceasing meanwhile
My hands move mirrored, miracles performed
Biding while abiding with wealth not
Waiting though not bated, with heart warmed.
Until the nigh hour past, that this yet passed
When no longer is without not withheld
Presently would we weep through rose pursed lips
And bring close our flesh to be meld.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Run, Wolf Warrior
(This is a song from the soundtrack of an anime called Wolf's Rain, but I felt it worth sharing.)
Run, wolf warrior, to ends eternal
Through the wreckage of the death of the day
Scent of silence under starlight spinning
A captured beast within a human skin
Are you searching for long lost landscapes
Lit by flowers and crystal cascades?
Where the lamb lies down with the lion
Where the wolf is one with the wild
Run, wolf warrior, through kingdoms' chaos
Senseless cities and ghost towns towering
Howl, O hunter, though few know you're crying
Face upturned into that midnight moon
Are you hunting for mystic mountains
Where the air is like liquid laughter?
Where the beasts inherit the earth
Where the last again will be first
Run, wolf warrior, to hide your hunger
The rain will wash away the pains of the day
In your eyes there are cold fires burning
Tongues of flame that can never be tamed
Are you running from Man's delusion
Majestic madness and your exclusion
To where the lamb lies down with the lion?
Are you running down ancient pathways
Through this dark and deserted land
To where man is once more a child?
Are you running to freedom's fortress
By the side of wide open seas
Where the wolf is one with the wild?
Run, run, run...
Run, run, run, run, run, run on, run on through the rain...
Run, wolf warrior, to ends eternal
Through the wreckage of the death of the day
Scent of silence under starlight spinning
A captured beast within a human skin
Are you searching for long lost landscapes
Lit by flowers and crystal cascades?
Where the lamb lies down with the lion
Where the wolf is one with the wild
Run, wolf warrior, through kingdoms' chaos
Senseless cities and ghost towns towering
Howl, O hunter, though few know you're crying
Face upturned into that midnight moon
Are you hunting for mystic mountains
Where the air is like liquid laughter?
Where the beasts inherit the earth
Where the last again will be first
Run, wolf warrior, to hide your hunger
The rain will wash away the pains of the day
In your eyes there are cold fires burning
Tongues of flame that can never be tamed
Are you running from Man's delusion
Majestic madness and your exclusion
To where the lamb lies down with the lion?
Are you running down ancient pathways
Through this dark and deserted land
To where man is once more a child?
Are you running to freedom's fortress
By the side of wide open seas
Where the wolf is one with the wild?
Run, run, run...
Run, run, run, run, run, run on, run on through the rain...
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