twisters, hurricanes, earthquakes, typhoons and then there was life....
the turmoils of life, where we struggle to compete in or just merely try to survive in, is it all worth the effort? are we in for a kinda of that huge prank the entire nation fell for? the after life, what the fuck it that? you'd think it be the first thing we humans would try to explore, not the space beyond or beneath. is there actually such a thing, or does it just stop there, no rewind, no pause, no slow motion or zoom. relativity? does it really exist? or was good old Albert pulling our legs? some of us have been blown all over the place before we land home, we make a grand entrance or just come crashing in or crawling in on all fours...
joe : "i'd crawl.."
coldfish : "you'd crawl, joe?"
joe : "i'd crawl..i'd crawl till there was nothing there!"
thing is, you can be coldfish, and stand there and ask the question or you can be joe and get ready to crawl. i know what i have to do, i have to crawl...
all that question about life after death brings us back to one HUGE question? does HE exist? i say, yeah he does. i saw him i'm someone, and that someone is my mother. the woman, who gave me life, nurtured me and till now gives me hope for the best in the world. the world may be full of evil and hopeless ends, it may be disappointing and painful, horrible and cruel, dark and cold...but all that is ended in one split second, when your mom takes your hand into hers, and tells you, "it's all okay, i'm here"
you know how in the west they say men have 'separation anxiety' when it comes to their mothers. everyone who says this, are blind, ungrateful assholes. you can never separate a child from the cluthes of his/her mothers love, nor theirs for their moms. it's just not naturally possible. they brought us here, we take them there. there is only one temple, where you can walk into the shrine and touch the goddess, and she touches you back with all her love, the temple of mothers. i know where is my sanctuary, my temple, my womb of rejuvenation. it's where she is, for i am forever in her depths, may it take for the world to crumble, i will always cherish and worship my mother...
love you mom..
'a photgrapher can show a physical image in which time is static, and a mirror can show a physical image in which time is dynamic, but i think what he saw on the mountain was another kind of image altogether which was not physical and did not exist in time at all. it was an image nevertheless and that is why he felt recgnition. it comes to me vividly now because i saw it again last night as the visage of Phaedrus himself'
-Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
on another note, you know it rained here in the morning, then it snowed in the early afternoon and then now there a bright sunshine but yet the temperature is 3degrees but feels like -2degrees. FCUK, you can say that again.
later...
joe : "i'd crawl.."
coldfish : "you'd crawl, joe?"
joe : "i'd crawl..i'd crawl till there was nothing there!"
thing is, you can be coldfish, and stand there and ask the question or you can be joe and get ready to crawl. i know what i have to do, i have to crawl...
all that question about life after death brings us back to one HUGE question? does HE exist? i say, yeah he does. i saw him i'm someone, and that someone is my mother. the woman, who gave me life, nurtured me and till now gives me hope for the best in the world. the world may be full of evil and hopeless ends, it may be disappointing and painful, horrible and cruel, dark and cold...but all that is ended in one split second, when your mom takes your hand into hers, and tells you, "it's all okay, i'm here"
you know how in the west they say men have 'separation anxiety' when it comes to their mothers. everyone who says this, are blind, ungrateful assholes. you can never separate a child from the cluthes of his/her mothers love, nor theirs for their moms. it's just not naturally possible. they brought us here, we take them there. there is only one temple, where you can walk into the shrine and touch the goddess, and she touches you back with all her love, the temple of mothers. i know where is my sanctuary, my temple, my womb of rejuvenation. it's where she is, for i am forever in her depths, may it take for the world to crumble, i will always cherish and worship my mother...
love you mom..
'a photgrapher can show a physical image in which time is static, and a mirror can show a physical image in which time is dynamic, but i think what he saw on the mountain was another kind of image altogether which was not physical and did not exist in time at all. it was an image nevertheless and that is why he felt recgnition. it comes to me vividly now because i saw it again last night as the visage of Phaedrus himself'
-Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
on another note, you know it rained here in the morning, then it snowed in the early afternoon and then now there a bright sunshine but yet the temperature is 3degrees but feels like -2degrees. FCUK, you can say that again.
later...
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