Beauty and the Dream.

Sakura in bloom

Ephemeral beauty seen

Kurosawa's dream.

Understanding Uncertainty

It is only human to be scared of the unknown.

Thus ventures the mental gymnastics of the species, steadily categorizing new experiences, expanding the forefront of human knowledge, rigorously explaining and correlating all that we know.

And yet we still find ourselves on the brink of uncertainty daily. The presence of human errors lead to the unpredictability of life, and the fear of the unknown that lies behind it.

It is this fear that drives people to believe in religion, that there is a quintessential need for someone to take care of the race as a whole, to guide us towards a higher purpose. That there is something for us after we pass, something for us to look forward to. It makes the darkness of death a little brighter by placing a little light at the end of the tunnel.

It is uncertainty that drives us as a species to explore every single facet of this existence we know as life. We are creatures that abhor entropy, the disorderliness of the system in which we exist in, and it is ironic that in our struggle to form order, we introduce even greater disorder on a microscopic scale.

We live each day with the same fundamental rules - The sun rises in the east, we breathe and awaken, we eat and move and talk. We know intrinsically how to do these certain actions, we know intrinsically how the world works as a whole.

But closed are the minds of men and the ways of people, for these are the vagaries of the human race.

We strive each day to place new order in our lives, and to define rigidly the boundaries and barriers that we have placed. We search for new rules and new ways to intepret the data that we are presented with.

But what if the answer is not one that we are searching for?

Pleasant Sundays

I must say a highlight of every weekend is giving tuition.

It's actually quite fun to teach, especially when you have students like these:

Hint - The one on the right is actually more attentive and hardworking.

And who says there's no such thing as a free lunch?

Awesome lunches. Hah.

I used to think that the day would never come.

It's a pleasure in the morning

with the misty sunlight dawning

To crick your back while yawning

At the waking open sky.

As the moving moonlight passes

A breeze runs through the grasses

I sense a strong catharsis

and I know I have to try - 

For the day is bright and early

and the future isn't surely

as set and cast entirely

in a granite block of stone.

We know we have the power

to choose and make our hours

the choice entirely ours

a choice we make alone.

The darkness of the passing night

gone with day's dawning light

reveals a certain insight

That we never walk alone.

29R

Now what?

Catching the early morning spray

There is something magical about the early mornings.

The feeling that a new dawn is breaking, is showering the world with a golden light of new opportunities and chances.

The feeling of a wall of infinitesimal droplets propelled by a cool morning breeze just cleansing your face, pulling away the sleepy doldrums that inhibit the mind.

The feeling of the spring in your steps, knowing that there is something to look forward to each day.

A new day dawns, and with it comes new experiences and new opportunities.

"Hope springs eternal in the human breast; man never is, but always to be blest."

Hitler and ERP

Hilarious.

Wherever I may roam

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave

Rove or wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

(And the earth becomes my throne)

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Rove or wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
and I'll never mind anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
YE' YEAH

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
I say!

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lies, but still I roam,
Yeah yeah!

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Woah

For The Love of God