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Critical Reasoning,Rambling

December 20, 2007

It’s almost Christmas

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As I drive down the street, there is an uncomfortable scenario
Unfolding before me, staring right down my face…
I looked at it and wonder why this, why now?

Then it hits me like a brick wall in the face
It’s almost Christmas, hence the traffic jam
That seems to plague me every where I turn as I drove.

Where are all this people going?
They are going about doing their Christmas shopping of course
Shopping… hmm Shopping for what?
Shopping for Christmas gifts for their loved ones…

For their loved ones, really?
Hmm…that is strange, cause the closer I observed them
The more stressed laden emotion I sensed from them…
If they are really shopping for gifts for their loved ones….
Why are they not doing the shopping with much love and joy.

I suspect there is something amiss here…
Ha, now I think I’m beginning to get it!
The joy of Christmas is gradually being suffocated
Under the weight of commercialism….

This commercialism induces a warped view of Christmas
Once Christmas lost its essence
Then the joy is gone
It’s almost Christmas
But, were is the joy?

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December 3, 2007

The First Snow

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The white powdery stuff drizzled down slowly and softly
Touching the ground with no sound or disturbance
But quietly nestled together as they create a breath taking sight
Oh beauty and majestic covering for the earth surface.

This is the first snow fall for this winter…
As I looked, a glimpse of how it use to feel  glides by
My consciousness gradually recalls those wonder feelings
I remembered the sense of wonder…
The awesome sublime feeling evoked by those white fluffy snow.

As we grow older our capacity for wonder tends to diminish
Time, life or something I can’t quite pinpoint…
Seems to steal from us the ability to thoroughly enjoy
The simple wonders life presents us with every day…
Moment by moment we miss the wonder…
The awesomeness, the beauty…

Ah… I was there again…
This first snow somehow melted past my crusted mind
It is magical and full of refreshment…
But I can feel it gradually fads away like a mirage…
A feeling I had, but it’s slipping away…
I thought I had it…

Maybe, just maybe it would resurface again…
Maybe I’m the one drifting away…
Maybe I’m trying too hard…
The moment, ha the moment of the first snow…
I must rest now and relish the wonders…
This first snow brings along…
Ah… how sublime…

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Poetic Thoughts,Rambling

November 26, 2007

Where Vacuity Prevails

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Have you ever being in that space where vacuity prevails…
Oh the discomfort, the disorientation…
That seems to persist in this space…

Thoughts seem disjointed and malformed
Pulling together the mind takes more effort than usual,
There appears to be a chasm between the reasoning of the mind and the heart
For even reason itself is barely surviving in this space…

Some call it brain-block or mental-block
By whatever name they call it…
I say, it is most unpalatable and disconcerting experience…
As I sit here all alone wrestling to put together some coherent thoughts
To ascribe some meaning to this phenomenon…

Futility seems to stare at me in the face
But as I looked past it, I saw something in the distance…
Alas, there is an horizon, and from it shines a ray of hope
I could sense a gleam of hope breaking through…
Hard to believe, this is a phase and it shall pass.
I shall be free from this space…
Where vacuity reigns.

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October 5, 2007

Why Stop Writing

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That sound…
It’s my phone, calling for attention again
As I picked it up and spoke…
It was the voice of “The One” on the other end

We talked, giggled and laugh together
About life, work and anything that comes to mind
Then a pause… In a smooth silky voice
Why stop writing?

What do you mean?…
I didn’t stop writing my dear
I’m just being distracted for now
Though my mind seeks to refocus
This is proven to be a peculiar challenge

Why the peculiarity?…
Because, because….
Because of “The One”
Who is…

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August 18, 2007

Is This For Real?

How could this be…
Is this for real or is this just another mirage?
How I’ve longed to find you, to hold you and to feel you
In the alleyway, in the main street and open fields…
Under the sun in broad daylight
Under the the moon and stars at night

Disappointment was becoming my constant companion…
I thought I saw you…
I thought I heard you beckoned to me
Alas then I reached out, but you were not there…
Was this a mirage, an illusion or some cruel joke…

Determined to see you
Leaving no stones unturned I did
Plunging beneath every depths
Rising above every waves
You eluded me on every turns
Dismayed, giving up, turning cynical

Ha… you showed up…
Whispering you found me…
How could you find me when I’ve been the one looking for you…
Should I believe what I’m seeing?
Should I believe what I’m hearing and feeling?
Or is this another mirage, a figment of my imagination?

Are you here to stay?
Why elude me for so long..
Was it really necessary for me to endure such agony?
Now that you are here, why am I finding it hard to believe
Maybe I’m speaking too soon
If this is real, please stay in spite of my doubts..
But the question lingers..
Is this for real?…

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July 13, 2007

Problem

What is the problem…
Why the problem
Who is the problem

We look around seeing problems every where
Too many of them every where

Ha… look closer, take off those lenses
Tinted with prejudice and hypocrisy
We may discover that the problem is not the problem
The who and what of the problem might be us

We have proficiently master the art of creating problems
Where there are none
If we can’t create one…
We project one…
Problem is not the problem…

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June 25, 2007

Welcome Summer

The days are getting longer
The Sun hesitance with each step it takes
As it majestically stroll across the blue sky
From east to west its path strewn with puffy white clouds

As the glory of the sun shines in all its brightness
The beauty of the clouds are revealed against the deep blue sky
Haa… it is summer…

Summer you who I have longed for…
Is this really you…
Then let me go outside and celebrate under the sun
As it majestically makes its way across the blue sky
O earthlings join me in welcoming summer…
Welcome summer…

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Critical Reasoning

May 24, 2007

American Cultural Malaise

For us to understand American culture, we need to understand the ideology or philosophy behind it… To do this, we must first look at the origin of the prevailing culture; then analyze its meaning, morality, and existential and experiential implications. Such an approach will enable us to reach our destination…. a perspective on American culture.

Julian Marias, the Spanish scholar said: “The United State is one of the creations of history, like Rome or the Spanish Empire, realities which we enthusiastically study and understand today… It is being created before our very eyes, at an accelerated rate that allows us to observe it within our lifetime, or even in less than a lifetime… Is this not an intellectually exciting spectacle? Has there been a greater social and historical experiment available for man’s contemplation in many centuries?”

Marias is right. Whatever else may be said of it, it truly is one of the most notable creations of history, born out of the amalgam of an enriching diversity. That is why millions come here to make it their home, notwithstanding its flaws and weaknesses.

We derived our philosophical categories from the Greeks; the Romans gave us many of our legal categories; the Hebrews provided a base for our moral categories; and the English gave us our language and the principle of a representative government.

Let us take a cursory look at one of the cultures that molded our early soul:Greece. In Grecian culture we may well see our own reflection, for while recognizing the grandeur of its legitimate glory, we must resist the temptation of being enamored by the image. It was a glory that was ultimately destroyed by a colossal moral blind spot.

If the 18th century can be pictured as the intellectual looking in the mirror and becoming entranced by his own reflection — like Narcissus of myth — the 19th century at its conclusion can be portrayed as one looking toward the horizon and being wooed by the mirage of pragmatism. The philosophy of doing whatever works deceived many into a world view that could not sustain itself experientially.

While technology was blazing the trail for humanity, Charles Darwin was unveiling humanity’s primordial past. Scientific inquiry was elbowing its way into becoming the sole interpreter of the past and the sufficient hope for the future. Confidence in humanity increases as confidence in God’s creative power decreases. Marxism, avowedly atheistic and politically repressive, was spawned at this time, dehumanizing millions in its wake. Paradoxically, while espousing atheism, Karl Marx had a thorough understanding of the human capacity for destructive self-centeredness, thus ensuring that the worker would not be whisked off in a whirlwind of technological gains. He called for the employer and employee to coexist equally in a classless society. How pathetic was his utopian zeal, for it unwittingly served as the philosophical womb that birthed some of history’s most dastardly criminals of the likes of Joseph Stalin…

Artistic liberty coupled with technological capacity produced a modern-day Greece fashioned with American ingenuity. The old America had the mind to sift through these strengths and harness them, but the new America now finds itself without a point of reference. Purpose and performance have been severed so that performance is now judged in the free-fall zone of an artistic vacuum, totally unsecured by the safety net of human essence.

As America grew and waxed stronger, the belief that was once rejected — that man is the measure of all things — is now espoused. The once-held conviction of the fallen nature of man is rejected, and in every sense of the term, a major conflict for cultural control has begun to emerge.

The increase in scientific knowledge and the existentialist and relativistic philosophy that accompanied it; the shifting focus of intellectual life to a secular expertise; the rise of consumer culture; the struggle of a harried church to cope… all these (and other) factors prepared the way for the engineering of the masses’ mind set. The perilous blunder made was the assumption that the intellectuals always arrive at cultural deductions by virtue of open minds and scholarly objectivity. But not surprisingly, these groups always bring an agenda of their own, and their motivation is often anything but pristine. As demagogic as these intellectuals might be, the worst and most despicable offenders are the religious leaders, especially the pastors, because they are expert at baiting the hook to take advantage of their unsuspecting audience.

If humanity is the measure of all things, and chance is our God, then robbery, murder, rape, sodomy, and child molestation are nothing more or less than humans worshiping their maker. For when there is no reference point by which to distinguish right from wrong, it becomes easy to wipe out a set or group of individuals without feelings of guilt or remorse

It was Viktor Frankl who said…
“If we present man with a concept of man which is not true, we may well corrupt him. When we present him as an automaton of reflexes, as a mind machine, as a bundle of instincts, as a pawn of drive and reactions, as a mere product of heredity and environment, we feed the nihilism to which modern man is, in any case prone.”

If any progress is to be made, it is imperative that we understand where meaningful dialogue can begin. Too much is at stake and too many lives will be hurt or lost if we are unable to agree even on a starting point.

Every human, regardless of race, gender and physical capability, is unique, special and of higher value than any material possessions.

If we are to make a positive impact on this cold and ruthless world in which we live, we must learn to love in the presence of senseless cruelties. No human has the capacity to sustain such love, for this kind of love transcends our current state of being. This love comes from, or is, the first cause, the creator of all things visible and invisible within our time-space dimension and beyond our time-space dimension. This is God, and God is Love. Trusting and resting in Him as we fight injustice of any kind, makes us strong, calm, resolute and, above all, loving … even in the very face of injustice and cruelty. These may seem weak or trite to some, but the results that they inspire reveal a power that is beyond our imagination or comprehension.

Love is the only flower that survives in the arid wilderness of life…

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May 13, 2007

My Mother

 

Dedicated to my beloved Mother

Have you seen her?
Have you heard the whispering of her calming voice laden with wisdom?
Have you ever looked into those lovely compassionate eyes?
Her ways are mysterious to those who have not experienced the path she’s taken.
Her voice is comforting to my soul…
Her touch is soothing to my weary head…

Who is this paragon of beauty?
She is my mother…
She, the fairest of all to my soul;
From her I gain my being, my very essence,
The most honorable of all who dwell in my universe is she …

In my darkest hour…
Amid my anguish and pain…
In my joy and sorrow…
Through my failures and triumphs…
She still loves…
And keeps pointing me to the promise of a better tomorrow.

Happy Mothers Day :-)
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Critical Reasoning

April 29, 2007

The Present

Hmmm…
How could this be?
We are profoundly unaware of the present…
This ever illusive place
where the past and the future slide into each other.
That is, the here and now, the place that we always are, is the place that we are least likely to see for what its fully is.

I’m also infected with this human condition. if you examine my thoughts closely, you will find them mostly occupied with the past and the future. We scarcely ever think of the present; and if we did think of it, it is only to take light from it to arrange the future…

The present is never our end…
The past and the present are our means; the future alone is our end.
So we never really live, but we hope to live; and, as we are always preparing to be happy, it is inevitable we should never be.

Oddly, all we have is this present, but if we are plagued with the inability to recognize or appreciate it, do we really have it?

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