Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.


On identity
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.

On Christianity
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.

On dreams
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.


On melancholy
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.

On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.

On language
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.

On politics
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?

On society
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.

On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.

On philosophy
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?

On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.


Monday, May 25, 2009

Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the earth.


unblessed are the dominating, the earth won't go to them.


not the mighty? not the forceful and powerful and triumphant and aggressive? not pushy people? not the bloodthirsty, ambitious and ruthless people? not the bullish? the dominant? the bossy?  

not the type A personalies?

the colerics? not them? i always thought that the colerics will inherit the earth (and the phlegmatics won't notice it!)

oh wait. it says inherit. 


the colerics rule the earth, that we know. the mighty and forceful and aggressive stampede through business and politics. the bossy boss. and the dominant dominate. but inheriting the earth is not the same thing as rampaging all over it. rampage is taken.

inheritance is given.

inheritance involves a father making a choice. and the bible says that God chooses his meek children to hand the earth to.

so what really is meek? i've learned that meek is not weak. it's not timid. the original greek word is praus and it denotes "strength brought under control". they say that praus is like breaking the will of a horse until it will let someone sit on it. before you break its will, it's strong but you can't use it. after you break its will, it's still strong, but now you can... 

harness it. 

meekness, it seems, is like that. the earth is not going to people whom God can't harness. 

blessed are those who'll let God harness them. he'll entrust the world to them.

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