its time to stop. stop. sit down, and reflect. think. through all this time, what have you been doing? so much time, so much time. what have you done with it? done any good? did anything useful? where are you now? what have you accomplished? what have you attained? can you answer? of everything done, of everything decided, is there any good in it? anything of worth, of value? what about opportunities? did you use them? grasp them? fully make use of it till nothing more can be done? answer me. did you? of the time available. everyone has the same time available. what have you done with yours? you well know what is useful, what is of value. what decisions made would affect the present and the future. or did you not know? indeed. many many years have passed. much time. many opportunities within that time. with such time and chance, much can be done. what have you done? do not think that with the ignorance of youth all can be forgiven. the youth are not ignorant. so? what accomplishments have you to show? a benchmark set, goal achieved, worthy mention. a prize. a result. what have you?
wake up daniel.
you have nothing. you know it. you are nothing. you know it. you have done nothing. you know it. so much time. so many opportunities. year after year after year. your life has been blessed with so much grace, and mercy from above. what have you done with it? you have done nothing. you took it, and sat there and rotted away. you are worthless. meaningless. useless. look at where you are now. wherever it is. you think you could have ever reached there with your strength alone? joke. you are hopeless. weak. how is it you are where you are? mercy. thats right. hear it. none of what you have now is yours. you don't deserve any of it anyway. you are worthless. with all the good received, you did nothing and wasted it all away. a waste of a life. you're not smart. you're not hardworking. you're not fit. you're not a leader. whatever you've had, was mercy. all of it. mercy, and opportunity for something more. greatness. goodness.
you think now, you're a mess. go ahead! wallow in your deathly pools of self pity. tremble and despair. for you are nothing, and at this rate, nothing you shall be. you think life is hard. hard to you. you cannot take it. that your situation is hopeless. that it cannot be helped. and you will fall in your downward spiral of circumstance and consequence. you know you are weak. you have done nothing about it. you blame life. you think it's unfair. you think it's not your fault. what of all the opportunity given? the potential for greatness. you had it. you know it. from what was real, solid, possible; you have made it to an illusion, a shade of its former self, a story now long time gone. the past. where do you stand now? here. your body in the present. your mind in the torment of the present. headlong to destruction and doom. and your pride, trapped in the glory of a long time past.
where is it? the strength you once could muster. the strength to overcome. where have you left it? lost it?
Find It.
there is still yet hope, to save yourself from the imminent doom. there is still yet a little time. o wretched being, save yourself.
Stand Up again. Fight.
you were meant for greater things. higher things. things more noble, more honourable. mightier things. bring your misguided out of that past and face the present. it isn't an option. stop blaming the circumstance, the situation. they didn't defeat you. life didn't defeat you. you defeated yourself. away with that acursed slothfulness. laziness. face the problems you created, and go through them. this life is yours to live. the time left is but a little. what are you going to do about that?
for you with a mind, look, reflect. look at the past awasted. the time gone. the opportunities gone. the decisions made, and those that were not. look where you have brought yourself. is this satisfaction? is this enjoyment? is this happiness? where is your joy? thats right. be irritated. be frustrated. feel that anger. you brought all this upon yourself. the fault is yours alone! the burdens yours to carry! now,
seethe.
feel that anger course within. burning. blazing. eating away at your soul. see. see those flames, and fires of resentment. you hate what you have done and have not done. you hate where you are. you hate yourself. good. Now. take that hate. the darkness of your anger. take it, and FIGHT.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Asleep
Human existence is a contradiction. In constant battle against ourselves, and each other. We wage war then promote peace, we create laws to be broken, we construct knowledge then doubt, love then hate, build up and tear down, proclaim perfection then search for flaws, find argument in friendship, hope for a thing then plan for the worst. We carry out actions without regard to the environment, then desperately campaign for conservation afterwards. We procrastinate then lament the short time. We judge the sin we see not in ourselves. Self righteous, critical, hypocritical. Not knowing the true path we go all ways. Not knowing balance, we take extremes. We do harm then seek atonement, although things may never return to such as it was before the harm was done.
We wage war in all forms be it physical, political, social, emotional. The winner stood for truth, but so did the loser. What consitutes a victory? A victor is but a name, a title given to the one who did not die. The last man standing/ the one with lesser losses/ or that the oppenent is rendered completely unable to retaliate or has given up hope. But this does not entail that the winner has not suffered loss. More often that not the winner emerges not unharmed. The dead of battle do not return. Overall, humanity has lost to the war mongering minds of mankind.
Are lives not important then? Is battle merely normal, for the cause of survival of the fittest? A normal process of selection by nature that only the good be left in the world. So we fight, kill and put down, all for the greater good of humanity and for a better future.
A well known poem, the paradox of our time:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.
Given dominion over all the earth, [Gen 1:26 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.] mankind has stooped to worship man no more righteous than himself, to worship the beasts lesser than himself, to worship the creations of his own hands. [Psa 115:4-8, Psa 135:15-18 Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands. They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not: They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not: They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.]
Romans 7:
We wage war in all forms be it physical, political, social, emotional. The winner stood for truth, but so did the loser. What consitutes a victory? A victor is but a name, a title given to the one who did not die. The last man standing/ the one with lesser losses/ or that the oppenent is rendered completely unable to retaliate or has given up hope. But this does not entail that the winner has not suffered loss. More often that not the winner emerges not unharmed. The dead of battle do not return. Overall, humanity has lost to the war mongering minds of mankind.
Are lives not important then? Is battle merely normal, for the cause of survival of the fittest? A normal process of selection by nature that only the good be left in the world. So we fight, kill and put down, all for the greater good of humanity and for a better future.
A well known poem, the paradox of our time:
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.
Given dominion over all the earth, [Gen 1:26 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.] mankind has stooped to worship man no more righteous than himself, to worship the beasts lesser than himself, to worship the creations of his own hands. [Psa 115:4-8, Psa 135:15-18 Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands. They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not: They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not: They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.]
Romans 7:
14For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin.
15For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.
16If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good.
17Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
18For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.
19For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do.
20Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
21I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me.
22For I delight in the law of God after the inward man:
23But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.
24O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
25I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
It Is Well with My Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Think, therefore am.
Death but not death, life but not life. Was there one to begin with? Where is the 'i'? Where did daniel go? Was daniel ever there? He thought, therefore he existed? .. how does one then prove the existence of 'i'? was i ever there or was it just thought. what then is thought. how is it that we take ownership of something not ours? is thought ours? can 'i' cease while thought remains? Are we our thought? So where is daniel now? We go a searching, a searching. for how can we exist if he doesnt? we believe such a bond exists. can there be this distinct dualism? so he is not dead. just lost. And then arises the other question, was he ever there? i dont know. neither do we. judging from past phenomenon maybe he was. but what if it were simply us, attempting to simulate and imitate a certain set of behavioural characteristics that would make it seem as such. am i an illusion or are we deluded. thus we seek. but there cant possibly be such an extreme anomaly. we believe we exist in a controlled, expected manner. so why question, why search? is the simplest, most superficial answer the right answer? is that the truth of the matter? as of now it cannot be proven. time to think, to consolidate, to accommodate. for it cannot simply be a ceasing of charades, there must be something more, something slightly deeper. or maybe not. have we lost the superficial or lost the deep? we dont know. the fact of the matter is, we cannot comprehend emotion. it does not seem logical, reasonable. what reason is there in feeling? existence can be carried out with fact, logic and execution. maybe he can make sense of it all. but why would 'i' encapsulate that notion of emotion? so we search. and what if we cannot find him anymore? what if he was never there? what if there was no answer anymore? what answer would we give then? we dont know. so we seek. in essence, what are we? can we simply be us? no. can i simply be me. a whole entity of physical being with mental capability, or am i separate mind and body? so the question again arises, where is the soul? the possibility of a 'trinity' of sorts within the human shell. but can mind and soul be separate? is 'i' the mind or the soul? if something has been lost at all then what is it? again, many questions and no answers. many none of us will ever be able to answer. but it is imperative that we try.
things lost, things known but yet to be found, things unknown.
Think, therefore we seek.
things lost, things known but yet to be found, things unknown.
Think, therefore we seek.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Where does it start?
The seeker will search. will seek.
to find that which cannot be found.
To know what one is searching for,
and to not know.
Is there a difference?
Why does it matter then?
Why seek if all is unknown?
And what is the point of it all?
Because the seeker has to seek, and will.
to find that which cannot be found.
To know what one is searching for,
and to not know.
Is there a difference?
Why does it matter then?
Why seek if all is unknown?
And what is the point of it all?
Because the seeker has to seek, and will.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
A Mighty Fortress is our God
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That Word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Where are we.
So what is reality? Is reality really that which we see, touch , experience? Are our senses and perception really giving us an absolute experience of reality? But taking that the world in which we experience now is reality and we're all not trapped in the matrix thing, what is this world in which we exist in?
Many believe reality can be explained, in a complex series of laws and theories. No. Our laws, units, symbols and concepts are but a representation of the reality around us. The natural world is far too random, erratic, unpredictable, natural to be properly understood by mankind. In our attempts to understand, reality has been simplified to general forms; units of measurement like mass, time, length, etc. These basic concepts are then used to construct laws and such of how we believe the world functions. This then corresponds with our sequential mode of thinking and allows for articulation and expression. However, the representation of reality is not reality. What is reality? Can it truely be explained or described, especially with human words and language?
A pity. Time not being in my favour, this session is closed.
Many believe reality can be explained, in a complex series of laws and theories. No. Our laws, units, symbols and concepts are but a representation of the reality around us. The natural world is far too random, erratic, unpredictable, natural to be properly understood by mankind. In our attempts to understand, reality has been simplified to general forms; units of measurement like mass, time, length, etc. These basic concepts are then used to construct laws and such of how we believe the world functions. This then corresponds with our sequential mode of thinking and allows for articulation and expression. However, the representation of reality is not reality. What is reality? Can it truely be explained or described, especially with human words and language?
A pity. Time not being in my favour, this session is closed.
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