Anaxagoras

Anaxagoras was considered the first Athenian philosopher. He believed that grain composed of flesh, bone, hair etc. He was interested in how food can turn into flesh and bone.

Has anyone of you ever thought of that? I mean the idea of food being food; not only keeps you alive but enhances your growth both physically and mentally. If u have, I am humbled, If you haven’t then I am indifferent. Again sorry about the repetitiveness but due to my shock/awe have u wondered how a baby gradually develops and grow both mentally and physically with the existence of food introduced to the body? It’s just so natural, so fundamental that we ceased to give it any thought and take it for granted..

I am not even at the stage of thinking of it from a scientific perspective. I am just very concerned with the thought of how could he have thought of it and why after soo long and not even through my own perception/ knowledge did I even had the faintest notion of such a thought. I had to be introduced to something as obvious through a book. When all the while I led a 'normal life' and a little bit of exaggeration why not, nonchalantly in ignorance.

Now if we look at it from a scientific point of view, we know that it wasn’t the food per say but the nutrients in the food that causes a child to grow out limbs, bones and hair? What are these nutrients? But do they consist of flesh, bone, muscles and hair?

The first time I read it, I read it with awe and a certain amount of delight for being exposed to this thought. However disappointment followed through almost immediately. How could I not even had the slightest thought; the faintest of idea to think of something as obvious and simple by myself? I asked. Here is a man from the Pre-Socratic period albeit a great one who came up with this thought. Again, what am I spewing about? Pretending as if the time we live in produces great minds or even giving myself the impression that I am capable of such thinking.

A long time back I came to terms that no matter what I think, thought of, did or do; someone else have done or thought of what I think of or think of doing. Nothing that comes from me regardless of its source can ever be original or the primary. Though bothered a little at first with the thought I figured instead of troubling my mind over such matters that would not only lead to conundrums of the heart and failure; it’ll only be natural for me to accept the reality.

Though, however, here is a thought that came devoid of outside sources… that would not be entirely true seeing that we are always affected and influenced by everything(I meant I didn’t hear or read this from anywhere). I was thinking and was occupied by the idea of how can a man be happy when there is single person out there suffering? What kind of happiness allows one to feel happy while someone else is clouded/shrouded with misery? It’s just a thought to contemplate on.

Though if u take a glance at the world and its people (My theory, well I am sure this isn’t even my theory, someone else must’ve thought of it, I just happen to think of it now.) one would definitely say that it is a failed theory. I on the other hand would uphold the belief that a man can reach contentment or attainment of many attributes, attributed to superficiality but still fail to reach happiness when unhappiness affects another.

Therefore all of these circus shows, the antics, the antiquities, the performances, these acts are lies and conjectures…

I would, well I would like to say I’d like to continue…nah I’ll end this one here—embark on a journey of humility and come to the acceptance that the drawback and limitation of man and his kind sees no boundaries; Speaking of which who knows how many other obvious knowledge that we are still in the dark about? I need painkillers. *joke*

Fall

The truth is,

The cities must fall,

The tyrants and titles must fall,

Like rain falling down from the sky,

You too shall fall,

Mitigated!

The people are agitated,

Why, of course you too are irritated,

Soon you shall fall,

Curses upon curses befalls,

The heavens and earth calls out for your fall,

No need to gawk,

It is time to fall,

Like a heavy waterfall,

Your kind will fall,

Regardless of when,

Summer, winter, spring or fall,

You will fall,

No matter how tall,

You must fall!

And when you fall,

There will be a ball,

One that brings about justice,

One that silences uproar,

You may hide behind walls

The walls too will fall,

Upon you is a call,

One that commands you to fall,

You shall fall you shall fall,

Your brethrens will fall,

If you are reading this,

Then know that you will fall,

And if that too fails,

Then upon death is your fall.











Avon

Oh what a wonderful day,

Everyone smiling…yes wondrously!

Sincerely alive, ah so lovely...

A breathtaking sight,

Oh fascinating projectionaries,

Is this bliss or sanctuary?!

For centuries I dreamt of this reality,

The air is filled with good thoughts and pleasantries,

The people no longer ill in their hearts,

The people with love instilled in their hearts,

There were no more distraught,

Nay! No more despots!

Tears stroll down of happiness,

Bright and colorful,

The world’s inhabitants are no longer fools,

Ah, I breathe out a sigh of relief,

Astonishing creations all around me,

Comforted by the grass surrounding me,

Looking at the sky above me,

Hanging without being held,

So am I, happy without being told,

Gold and silver no longer sold,

All are alive are the souls,

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I shall stop now,

No need for negativity.

Frenzies

This message below was originally meant to be sent to my high school friends. It was meant to boost/spark interests/ create involvement in coming up with some sort of getting-togetherness punya event. However seeing that I managed to dramatize, get off topic and exaggerate a little too much, even to my liking. It doesn’t seem nearly as appropriate nor suited to be addressed to specific people. It also got somewhat personal and bromanticized in such a manner that might conjure up uneasiness and suspicions haha.

Greetings victims of the system! :D

I woke up today whereby I dreamt of my younger days, you know back when I was still in school. As I was dreaming….I realized that my somewhat aged brain could not extract (think winzip) those memories. After all these years, I am starting to question if I really did attended school? All that I am able to conjure up were just a few depictions of faint images that would not last more than a few seconds. However if you’re a person who believes in not dwelling into the past then I assume you are not at lost here.

Now that we are reaching 30 (I hate saying…I even hate thinking about it) I realized, in our zest/frenzy in wanting to lead a normal/successful life according to our ‘bimbo-like’ society’s expectation; we have forgotten, (well in this context) the early years of our life where we had to go to the same place, meet the same people, probably do the same things, worry about girls etc. Okay, this isn’t the affect I wanted to ‘re-kindle’. This just reminds me of work, where I am at currently, disgruntled but at the same time grateful for not being homeless and spat at. Also do appreciate on the fact that I probably have to add an extra hour at w_r_ as to exchange for the amount of time I spent writing about things of the past I can faintly recall.

Hmm..I’ll try again, pay attention class! Remember when we all had to go to the same place, meet the same people, probably do the same things and even have the same fantasy with different individuals; Minus the obligations, stress, stressors and the multitudes of never ending negativity (okay, maybe I am just speaking for myself). Of course school wasn’t ‘all that’ nor close to perfect, especially if you had a ruptured childhood. Okay, I keep on forgetting that this is not about me! :D. Sticking to the topic like glue, though we were a lot more dumber and simple minded, the air, the young innocent fresh faces, the uniform, the batch, the bloody blue thing u had to stick on your collar, the teachers (though some not very exemplary. Yes, I have issues)

I guess I am trying to say that these things are (fortunately maybe even unfortunately) are the things that made us who we are today. School was probably where our minds were molded, shaped and produced like when a car comes out from a factory to serve its owner. That’s probably not a very good example…for you might have already noticed how I am insinuating and pointing out where we are similar to animals or God forbid maybe akin to inanimate objects, which is wrong but you can probably see the similitude perhaps?

On another note, one may choose to completely let go/forgo their high school memories and experience he/she went through; I certainly won’t mind forgetting some stuff. ß (pointless paragraph.)

Finally, I come to this, the once sloppy kids I met at school, most of them I have no idea how we met. Okay, I shouldn’t have said finally, here I am getting off topic again; making friends in high school were easy you just go up to them not having to worry about anything. I don’t know if it is the same with other people or with kids today. Making friends were not a problem to me. Though being dumb I picked fights instead and lost the opportunity to get to know some interesting people (girls).

Finally, finally till today most of my closest friends are friends I went to school with, though one always faces the risk of losing a friend, true friends are always able to find each other and maintain that bond. Despite the modern world having the tendency to turn humans into inanimate objects one always feels human and alive being with friends who knew them all their lives.

The best thing about having people who understands you is even when you behave like a complete moron and time and time again spout out really stupid stuff, they simply tolerate your nonsense and brush it off. If you couldn’t relate to what I wrote then maybe I am just lucky. I have many friends but only one or two that will stand by me even if I were penniless, jobless among other things. For that I am grateful and I hope the light of true friendship will constantly shine till the end of time and beyond.

Enclosing, I end with a proverb by Saidina Ali: 'A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in 3 occasions: in time of need, behind your back and after your death.'