What is the significance of the human being? Is it just our bodies? No, our bodies only do basic things like breath, eat and reproduce.
It is the consciousness inside that drives the body, he holds the real worth of a person. He is the one who can shake up the earth around him, and more importantly, the souls around him. If those souls are taken away, then the world is effectively gone. Why? Because by nature, people need to be recognized by others in order to feel significant and alive. The true foundations of the world we experience is forged by relationships. So a model of the human experience would not look like a cluster of single points with each one solitary, high, and alone, but like a graph whose significance only shows up when all the points are connected together. Our actions are relevant (even to person who does them) only to the degree they affect other people.
Let’s see Mr. Daniel for example. He was an accomplished engineer. His inventions had redefined how industry and agriculture were practised. Through them he had transformed economies and by doing so, shifted the dynamics of world peace and power. One day he visited a war-torn area. He saw how clothes hung limply on forms of adults and children. He saw that some backs were permanently hunched from constantly scraping for food. Fortunately, he was leading a band of wagons filled with canned foods, medical supplies, toys and other relief materials. But it was when he saw the children running towards him with gleeful eyes and carefree joy that his heart broke in both joy and sorrow. He saw oh so clearly what all his inventions really led to. He did not see the metal or heavy equipment that he worked with, but he saw the vibrant souls on the other end. He saw that the real world was actually, manifestly, the people he touched. Pay attention to the people around you today.
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Few men could stand the fire in her stare. She was hesitant, but whatever started that flame could not die. But she was like the unruly waves of the ocean that call out to an audacious sailor. She gave herself, then she withheld. She gave, then she retracted.
Precisely two years ago the man she loved had walked out that door – she screwed her eyes on it and felt nothing – days later she had received a call
“Hello, report on Mr. Dubois?”
“Yes” she squealed
“Today we located his body on the shores of Fonte-Ambre” Continue reading “Pearled Embers”
Lately I’ve been thinking about how things left by themselves just get worse on their own accord, they rarely get better. Leave a house on its own for some years and you’ll come back to see weeds growing through its walls and its roof, the building leaning over and about to collapse. You won’t see a shining, stately structure awaiting your arrival, no. If you leave a nation and its peoples without any supervision or control, just watch out, things will get worse. People will start dumping refuse in the streets, robbing one another and taking advantage of one another. Treating justice as a luxury they can all afford to ignore. (See this article on a real life scenario in a city where the police went on strike!). Why do people, and the things we create, tend to destruction? For us it takes work to make things improve, but when left on their own they die. Why? Why is it not the other way round? If the universe formed of its own accord, wouldn’t it have been better for the sustenance of the species it created if things were different? Why do we self-destruct?
But we see glimpses of life around us. The cheetah runs across the burning plain and captures her prey. Continue reading “Yearning for Life”
The dilemma is, people want to be real and good at the same time. But they find that the ‘real’ they want to be has innate self-destructive qualities. We find that we have habits and desires that harm, rather than help those around us. Can one be real and still good?
Home is like this doctor sitting in front of me wearing a loose, plain blue shirt. Home is like the fan rotating lazily above me. In here the silence takes on a certain denseness, once you cross the door from the waiting area into his office. It’s a small room, green walls closing in on you. Continue reading “A Painting in Tranquil”
Today I wore this soft, nice, long-sleeved shirt – all my clothes were soft – the shirt, the trousers, the shoes and then I went out. As I stepped out, the first thing I thought was “such nice weather today, what a beautiful day”. I thought I’d be going straight to the schools but when I remembered that I have to first go print out my resume, I was a bit taken aback and prepared my mind for a longish trek. “Still beautiful weather though” I submitted as I marched uphill with determination and fuzzy feeling prospects. Continue reading “A Printing Situation”
This is the only wedding picture I have on my phone. I was looking at it today and wondering why I like it, why I kept it. At first I thought it’s because I saw a yearning in the woman’s eyes, like she really enjoys the man and; from a deep, true place, she wants to be with him. Then I realized that it’s more because she looks stately. She looks like a woman who can take care of herself, yet she chooses to be with him. I want to be chosen, desired. Not sometching that is sought for because in a fundamental way, it is thought to be needed. Something that has to be had anyway.
One reason people fear the feminist movement Continue reading “The One Wedding Picture On My Phone”