Archive for May, 2009

Virtuality

This is so surreal, yet not lacking in any visceral sentiment. It is deeply felt.

O how I wish I could create, correct, colour, rehabilitate certain aspects of my life – past and present and future. I wonder about choice and the arbitrary decisions we make daily. I think of the realm I am living in, and however it may seem – bleak or vivid, surely serves a greater purpose of rehabilitation – to an ideal state of conscience and being. May I choose that which brings me closer to that Ideal.

I see myself being attracted to both characters – their desires and their needs. I relate as much to him – creating, in the hope and need to save; as much as I relate to her, in the helplessness and reliance of some being, that is greater than this limiting dimension of which I happen to be living in. I think I tarry being in a coma more than I am being a creator. I am crawling in a dimension, navigating my way through paths in hopes to actualize and be mesmerized by the creator of the flower, than the flower in itself. But thank you for flowers nonetheless.

In the lives of others, I wish to be like the creator, or at the very least – a semblance of colour. In the lives of others, I hope I spill colours – colours of one refined palate that is so vivid, you cannot not find life in that which is coloured. I hope the things that I touch, model and make take on colours that carry a saturation and vigor that is enough to rouse the living dead. Yet, to rouse is not my doing. I should only colour and colour well. Or maybe, I should colour myself enough, so that the very things that I touch, be coloured by touch, rather than a brush.

O how I rhyme Selah.

This I sign, May I, may You – have I to colour and be alive.

Thank You

…for my notebook and its survival all throughout its 2 years of life. I hope it stays alive and well for a while more.

…for my car and its survival all throughout its 2 years of life. I hope it stays alive and well for a while more.

…for my phone and its survival for the last 2 months. And I hope it stays alive and well for a long while more!

Lest I forget of the grace that is bestowed on me: I record today how I treasure each passing day knowing that these things are still working so fine.

Hibernated

God made the world in 7 days. The sun, moon and stars however, was only made on the 4th day. If we tell the days and nights by the movements of the sun, moon and stars… Then the first three ‘days’ may not necessarily be ‘days’.

It was also a common poetic practise of the day, to place the crux of the matter in the middle of the poem. That makes the 4th verse of great significance.

On the 7th day, God rested and asked us to do the same. This is a reminder of our need to be human ‘beings’ not human ‘doings’.

It was also interesting to note that sabbath starts from Friday evening through the night, into the day and ends in the evening on Saturday. That’s just so interesting.

Today I awake from hibernation. The work continues but i’d await the day I should only work for the person whose works are of pure joy.