Sunday, August 24, 2008
UPDATES ON CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE INSPIRATIONAL BOOK
Well folks here's an update on the stories submitted for the inspirational book.
As of this moment there are 3 (three) official entries:
1. INSPIRATION by: NICHOLAS CHASE
2. SHE DIDN'T DANCE by: ROY DE LA CRUZ
3. REMEMBER WHEN by: TASHA BUD ( Not published on this site but will be published soon)
I need at least 25 stories, and my target publication will be August 1, 2009.
I'm inviting all writers for this book as I know it would be a good book for people who are willing to take time to read. I still offer the 5,000 credits as incentive. It may not be much but "money is not everything."
Wish me luck. I invite all of you to be a part of my quest in fulfilling this dream of a lifetime.
Thanks for all the support and encouraging words.
Monday, August 18, 2008
She Didn't Dance - Conclusion
By: Roy dela Cruz
(You may want to read Part 1 & 2)
Whew! I was glad that was over. Next would be the talent portion. But my baby was number twenty-eight. Would she be able to hold and wait for her turn? Meanwhile, friends and relatives had arrived to support Angel. Everyone - wanting to hold her, hug her, kiss her, or play with her while it was not yet her turn.
Angel (older now) in one of her "model" poses -10 yrs.old
As we watched the proceedings of the program, other children performed without any problem.
I had hoped the same would be true with my baby. It was almost nine o’clock and candidate number twenty or twenty-one was performing on the stage. My wife asked me to talk to Angel; she wanted to go home.
Not again! I didn’t know what happened, but Angel was cranky. Maybe her aunties and cousins unwittingly pressured her young mind by telling her to do well. Or maybe she just got impatient and didn’t want to dance. I took her backstage and tried to talk to her.
Number twenty-five was on the stage. I asked her to do it just once and promised her that I would never allow her mommy to put her in a contest like that again.
The Author and Angel -May 2008
It was harder to talk to her this time, but through patience and daddy’s charms, I was able to convince her. Candidate number twenty-seven was almost finished.
I kissed and hugged my baby for the last time. As they called her name.
I handed her to the usherette and tried to rush to the front to take her picture. I had only taken a few steps when I heard the ushers and usherettes calling me.
When I looked back, Angel was crying! What now?! I rushed to Angel’s side trying to talk to her. She was still crying.
In the meantime, the emcee kept on calling Angel’s name, I was asking for two minutes.
Then, out of nowhere, the daycare teacher came urging Angel to dance on the stage.
Angel in grade school (11 yrs.old)
Imagine that! My baby was crying and all this teacher could think of was the talent portion!
Then came Angel’s aunties and cousins, all convincing her to perform her talent.
I was literally pushed-out of the picture. My baby was crowded! My baby was mobbed! And she was crying! The talent portion was called off. My baby never got to perform her number.
Then there was an intermission. The gown portion followed.
I was able to convince my baby to wear her gown, which she personally picked, and continue with the contest. She was on the stage together with the other twenty-seven young ladies.
Waving and smiling to the audience, although there were still traces of tears in her eyes.
We knew she won’t get anything for all her efforts, but we still want her to finish the contest. The finalists were chosen, special awards were given, until all the winners were announced.
For all those proceedings, I wasn’t really concern; I just wanted it to be over with.
Finally, it was all over. It was time for us to get our baby back and go home.
Angel, Christmas 2004
On the way home, everybody in our group was quiet.
Well, not really quiet, but they were not as enthusiastic as they were three or four hours earlier.
Each one trying not to talk about the contest and the talent portion.
I was carrying my baby, she was happy and smiling. We were kissing and hugging each other along the way.
She didn’t win, but in my heart she’ll always be my little princess. One thing we learned on that day is that, my baby’s charms, talents and wit, was only ours to behold.
My baby didn’t dance. She didn’t have to. She’s my Angel, and I love her very much.
(You may want to read Part 1 & 2)
Whew! I was glad that was over. Next would be the talent portion. But my baby was number twenty-eight. Would she be able to hold and wait for her turn? Meanwhile, friends and relatives had arrived to support Angel. Everyone - wanting to hold her, hug her, kiss her, or play with her while it was not yet her turn.
Angel (older now) in one of her "model" poses -10 yrs.old
As we watched the proceedings of the program, other children performed without any problem.
I had hoped the same would be true with my baby. It was almost nine o’clock and candidate number twenty or twenty-one was performing on the stage. My wife asked me to talk to Angel; she wanted to go home.
Not again! I didn’t know what happened, but Angel was cranky. Maybe her aunties and cousins unwittingly pressured her young mind by telling her to do well. Or maybe she just got impatient and didn’t want to dance. I took her backstage and tried to talk to her.
Number twenty-five was on the stage. I asked her to do it just once and promised her that I would never allow her mommy to put her in a contest like that again.
The Author and Angel -May 2008It was harder to talk to her this time, but through patience and daddy’s charms, I was able to convince her. Candidate number twenty-seven was almost finished.
I kissed and hugged my baby for the last time. As they called her name.
I handed her to the usherette and tried to rush to the front to take her picture. I had only taken a few steps when I heard the ushers and usherettes calling me.
When I looked back, Angel was crying! What now?! I rushed to Angel’s side trying to talk to her. She was still crying.
In the meantime, the emcee kept on calling Angel’s name, I was asking for two minutes.
Then, out of nowhere, the daycare teacher came urging Angel to dance on the stage.
Angel in grade school (11 yrs.old)Imagine that! My baby was crying and all this teacher could think of was the talent portion!
Then came Angel’s aunties and cousins, all convincing her to perform her talent.
I was literally pushed-out of the picture. My baby was crowded! My baby was mobbed! And she was crying! The talent portion was called off. My baby never got to perform her number.
Then there was an intermission. The gown portion followed.
I was able to convince my baby to wear her gown, which she personally picked, and continue with the contest. She was on the stage together with the other twenty-seven young ladies.
Waving and smiling to the audience, although there were still traces of tears in her eyes.
We knew she won’t get anything for all her efforts, but we still want her to finish the contest. The finalists were chosen, special awards were given, until all the winners were announced.
For all those proceedings, I wasn’t really concern; I just wanted it to be over with.
Finally, it was all over. It was time for us to get our baby back and go home.
Angel, Christmas 2004On the way home, everybody in our group was quiet.
Well, not really quiet, but they were not as enthusiastic as they were three or four hours earlier.
Each one trying not to talk about the contest and the talent portion.
I was carrying my baby, she was happy and smiling. We were kissing and hugging each other along the way.
She didn’t win, but in my heart she’ll always be my little princess. One thing we learned on that day is that, my baby’s charms, talents and wit, was only ours to behold.
My baby didn’t dance. She didn’t have to. She’s my Angel, and I love her very much.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wordy Wednesday, A Meme From Eric of Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy
I picked up this Meme from Eric of "Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy" and "Chihuatude".
Eric is a great, generous and dynamic blogger who have introduced new concepts into the world of blogging. Read his posts: Monday's Writers of the Web, to understand what I mean. It's only him who has this series of visiting blogs and writing about them in his blog, every Monday.
This Meme that Eric has created is good for writers because you can learn new words and enjoy the challenge of putting it into use. It also allows you to interact with other writers in the blogging world.
The idea is to pick a word from Eric's list, and leave a comment informing the author of the word. The author then must use the word in the commenter's blog. The comment using the word should be related to the most recent post of the blog. (Did I get it right, Eric?)
Just like Eric, I won't pass this on. Anyone who wants to be tagged is welcome.
Just copy the Meme and rules on your own site and leave a comment on this post so I can come and visit you with the challenge of commenting on your latest post- using the word you've selected.
I decided to use Eric's choices as I find them good words and saves me from searching for new words.
Happy blogging !
Words of the day.
1. chichi
\SHEE-shee\, adjective:
Affectedly trendy.
2. enervate
\EN-ur-vayt\, transitive verb:
1. To deprive of vigor, force, or strength; to render feeble; to weaken.
2. To reduce the moral or mental vigor of.
3. provenance
\PROV-uh-nuhn(t)s\, noun:
Origin; source.
4. exalt
\ig-ZOLT\, verb:
1. To praise, glorify, or honor.
2. To heighten or intensify.
3. To raise in rank, character, or status; as, "exalted the humble shoemaker to the rank of King's adviser."
5. tittle-tattle
\TIT-uhl TAT-uhl\, noun:
1. Idle, trifling talk; empty prattle.
2. An idle, trifling talker; a gossip.
6. vexillology
\vek-sil-AHL-uh-jee\, noun:
The study of flags.
7. asperity
\as-PAIR-uh-tee\, noun:
1. Roughness of surface; unevenness.
2. Roughness or harshness of sound; a quality that grates upon the ear.
3. Roughness of manner; severity; harshness.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
LET'S SUPPORT A NEW BLOGGER
Conchita- a mother from Miranda, Venezuela - has started to blog. For someone who has English as her second language, she writes very well. Her blog "Small Shrine" has only 3-4 interesting posts but I know this blogger will succeed eventually.
Here is what she has to say for herself:
Start of excerpt:
" Mother and self-taught graphic designer. This my first attempt at blogging and in English which is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any mistakes that may slip. "
In the center of the castle of Brahman, our own body, there is a small shrine in the form of a lotus flower and within can be found a small space. We should find who dwells there and we should want to know him. And if anyone asks, “Who is he who lives in a small shrine in the form of a lotus flower in the center of the castle of Brahman?” We can answer: “The little space within the heart is as great as this universe. The heavens and the earth are there; the sun, the moon, the stars; fire and lightening and winds… For the whole universe is in Him and He dwells within our hearts.” ~ Chandogya Upanishad 8 : 1
End of excerpt.
So guys, let's support a fellow blogger and visit her blog to show her the world is still a better place to live in.
Hooray for you Conchita and welcome to the blogging world!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
BOOK 2 - CHAPTER 14: UMMA AYAM SINSANA (WHERE ARE YOU NOW?)
Dusk was approaching and the evening lights were starting to appear like distant stars being uncovered slowly by hovering clouds. There was a slight drizzle - enough to dampen Benny's clothes.
He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and a tie which complemented well with his dark blue slacks. He was on his way to the University. He had thought, it wasn't going to rain so he did not bother to bring additional clothing.
The bright lights at the Professional School - which was the tallest building on that side of the street - came on.
On the right side of the imposing building, there was a sprinkling of various establishments- the Jollibee fast Food, the Glaxo Internet Cafe, the DJ drugstore and a series of small eateries where most students whiled their time away.
On the left side was the spacious parking lot for the University's diverse clientele.
Benny had enrolled in an evening class in Law School because he worked as a paralegal "gofer" during the day.
The money the native folks had contributed had been deposited at the Land Bank and Benny refused to touch a single centavo.
It was not his ego which came into play in this one, it was his sense of responsibility; he wanted that the hard earned money of the old folk would be able to earn them interest.
To return the money would be considered a slap to the faces of the elders. He knew the old folks were happy to know that they took active part in his education, and they did.
Their concern was heart warming that it had fed the burning desire in his heart to pursue his studies. He had to make it on his own finances or he could never claim he had succeeded. Julia stayed mum on the topic after she realized nothing could persuade him to use the money.
Benny momentarily paused in his tracks as he remembered Julia- Ah- Julia! His adorable wife was still able to arouse him so intensely. With a one year old child, he had thought the passion would fade. On the contrary, they were more ardent in making love now more than ever: exploring new erotic zones and experimenting on unique wonderful ways of expressing their ardent love for each other.
Andre was one of the most wonderful things that happened to their lives - The boy displayed initiative and courage even at his very young age. Once he toppled precariously because he was trying to pick a cat out of a bicycle's path.
Julia almost fainted when he saw the wheels of the bicycle almost on top of her son's face. The person had stopped in time to save both boy and cat. He was a precocious, adventurous tot that surprised even him and Julia.
Benny smiled inwardly as he remembered how Andre had inherited his looks but had Julia's round, dark brown eyes. He always looked forward to spending time with the two most precious persons in his life.
The evening shadows played on the contours of his face. He had noticeable lines now on his forehead and on the corners of his eyes. His wavy hair had grown longer and had curved inwardly towards his face. The fierce intensity in his eyes had now the knowing look of someone who had seen more than the ordinary at his age and time. His muscular and lean physique had not changed a bit in spite of the lessened physical activity- he no longer walked very long distances- but he jogs every morning before reporting to work.
Enrolling in the Juris Doctor Program had not been easy as there were several prerequisites he still had to finish, and finished he did. Now he had finally made it! It was the third day of classes and Benny found it to be taxing but challenging nevertheless.
Photo by misocrazy
Research assignments were given everyday and he did not have ample time to do extensive research. He found Introduction to Law relatively easy with their happy-go-lucky Professor, Atty. Miranda.
In Criminal Law 1; however, they had an extremely strict disciplinarian - Atty. Lagum as their professor. He treated them like undergraduate students. Benny knew, Atty Lagum wanted to intimidate them, for what reason - he still could not fathom.
And Criminal Law 1 was his first subject that evening. The first assignment was on Evidence Gathering.
There was a string of questions to answer : "Who are the primary persons involved in the crime?" " What were their specific roles in the crime?" " Why did they act the way they did? etc, etc, " It seems like he was in a psychology class and not in a law course.
But the professor insisted that as future lawyers, they had to be familiar with the machinations of the complex human mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
HOME
He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and a tie which complemented well with his dark blue slacks. He was on his way to the University. He had thought, it wasn't going to rain so he did not bother to bring additional clothing.
The bright lights at the Professional School - which was the tallest building on that side of the street - came on.
On the right side of the imposing building, there was a sprinkling of various establishments- the Jollibee fast Food, the Glaxo Internet Cafe, the DJ drugstore and a series of small eateries where most students whiled their time away.
On the left side was the spacious parking lot for the University's diverse clientele.
Benny had enrolled in an evening class in Law School because he worked as a paralegal "gofer" during the day.
The money the native folks had contributed had been deposited at the Land Bank and Benny refused to touch a single centavo.
It was not his ego which came into play in this one, it was his sense of responsibility; he wanted that the hard earned money of the old folk would be able to earn them interest.
To return the money would be considered a slap to the faces of the elders. He knew the old folks were happy to know that they took active part in his education, and they did.
Their concern was heart warming that it had fed the burning desire in his heart to pursue his studies. He had to make it on his own finances or he could never claim he had succeeded. Julia stayed mum on the topic after she realized nothing could persuade him to use the money.
Benny momentarily paused in his tracks as he remembered Julia- Ah- Julia! His adorable wife was still able to arouse him so intensely. With a one year old child, he had thought the passion would fade. On the contrary, they were more ardent in making love now more than ever: exploring new erotic zones and experimenting on unique wonderful ways of expressing their ardent love for each other.
Andre was one of the most wonderful things that happened to their lives - The boy displayed initiative and courage even at his very young age. Once he toppled precariously because he was trying to pick a cat out of a bicycle's path.
Julia almost fainted when he saw the wheels of the bicycle almost on top of her son's face. The person had stopped in time to save both boy and cat. He was a precocious, adventurous tot that surprised even him and Julia.
Benny smiled inwardly as he remembered how Andre had inherited his looks but had Julia's round, dark brown eyes. He always looked forward to spending time with the two most precious persons in his life.
The evening shadows played on the contours of his face. He had noticeable lines now on his forehead and on the corners of his eyes. His wavy hair had grown longer and had curved inwardly towards his face. The fierce intensity in his eyes had now the knowing look of someone who had seen more than the ordinary at his age and time. His muscular and lean physique had not changed a bit in spite of the lessened physical activity- he no longer walked very long distances- but he jogs every morning before reporting to work.
Enrolling in the Juris Doctor Program had not been easy as there were several prerequisites he still had to finish, and finished he did. Now he had finally made it! It was the third day of classes and Benny found it to be taxing but challenging nevertheless.
Photo by misocrazy
Research assignments were given everyday and he did not have ample time to do extensive research. He found Introduction to Law relatively easy with their happy-go-lucky Professor, Atty. Miranda.
In Criminal Law 1; however, they had an extremely strict disciplinarian - Atty. Lagum as their professor. He treated them like undergraduate students. Benny knew, Atty Lagum wanted to intimidate them, for what reason - he still could not fathom.
And Criminal Law 1 was his first subject that evening. The first assignment was on Evidence Gathering.
There was a string of questions to answer : "Who are the primary persons involved in the crime?" " What were their specific roles in the crime?" " Why did they act the way they did? etc, etc, " It seems like he was in a psychology class and not in a law course.
But the professor insisted that as future lawyers, they had to be familiar with the machinations of the complex human mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
HOME
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Anglican Affirmation of Androgynous Authority
By: DURANO LAWAYAN
Beneath the cassock of religious conservatism, the Church of England's ruling General Synod has demonstrated the successful attempts of its more progressive members by voting conclusively to consecrate women as Bishops.
The affirmation of this major reform agenda establishes the androgynous authority of the Anglican Church over its members and parishioners.
The vote also rejected a counter proposal by conservative members to create male "Super-Bishops" for members against the reform, for reasons that it will develop a two-tiered episcopacy and render the women Bishops second class clergy that would institutionalize divisions.
The long drawn out debate on the controversial measure was settled at the Lambeth Conference last July 8th, in an emotion packed assembly that exposed the cracks within the denomination.
The Lambeth Conference ( Lambeth, home of the Archbishop of Canterbury where the conference used to be held), a gathering of about 800 members from around the world is essential in helping to unify the largest protestant church grouping in the world.
It is the only meeting of all Archbishops and Bishops globally called every 10 years, presided by the Archbishop of Canterbury Dr. Rowan Williams.
During the voting on women Bishops, 1,300 clergy have threatened to bolt the Anglican Church and join the Roman Catholics, in what is seen as a fight between traditionalists and modernizers. But their distinctive positions have been blurred by the arguments favoring their own interests.
The General Synod
The Vatican has also expressed its reaction to the vote and warned that it could undermine talks of Unification.
The Church of England has approved the ordination of women priests since 1994 amid protests from the traditionalists, who at the time also voiced their intent to bolt the church. But the threat did not materialize.
The current vote and the recurring threat could also be empty and meant to foster their preference for the continuation of male domination. There are currently 2,000 women priests in the Anglican Church, but their desire to serve God has come at a steep price.
A survey of 6 dioceses have found that several hundred women priests have endured bullying and harassment by clergy.
It also uncovered evidence of women priests being physically injured in disputes with male colleagues, and in a small number of cases, sexually assaulted.
Women priests continue to struggle with their calling and a majority have found acceptance.
The question is: will the Church of England tolerate blatant discrimination?
The vote is a first step in the right direction, but the consecration of a woman Bishop may not be fulfilled until 2015. Until that time, a lot can transpire.
It is outrageously illogical to disqualify women from becoming Bishops after they have been ordained as priests, and have earned all the requirements to be so consecrated.
As it stands, 14 of the 38 Anglican Churches have already made the decision favoring women Bishops; but traditionalists insist there is no biblical precedent for women bishops since Christ's apostles were all male.
They also believe it is wrong for women to have authority over men in a religious capacity. This argument puts Jesus in a bad light as a chauvinist and definitely diminishes his status as a Divine Being.
It would be inconceivable for Jesus in all his Divinity to endanger the women at a time when the culture, mores, values and attitudes were largely different from today.
Women Priests
He would not risk them being harmed senselessly. The Bible cannot be invoked for chauvinism nor discrimination as it would destroy the very concept of God, justice, equality, and respect for all humanity.
When the phrase "Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men" is expressed, does it exclude women? Is it only hell on earth for them? Were they only made to suffer?
The Vatican response is even more pathetic. It merely reinforces the assertion of its objection to Catholic Women priests, much less the consecration of Catholic Women Bishops.
If it had no opposition to the ordination of women priests in the Anglican Church, why should it now lament the vote on women Bishops for the Church of England?
Is this not fostering an injustice?
Are they exerting their influence to perpetrate male domination of all clergy?
Was the Catholic Church pushing for the revocation of the ordination of women priests in the Anglican Church as a condition for unification?
Dr. Rowan Williams – Archbishop of Canterbury
There is a need to further strengthen this enacted reform as it remains fragile until a woman Bishop actually emerges.
Opposition may continue in more subtle forms to thwart or delay the consecration of the first woman Bishop.
The traditionalists have lost this battle and are constrained to accept the results. Or, they may split from the Church and form their own denomination.
When that happens, it wouldn't be far fetched for the confused members to disregard their faith altogether.
The exasperation could make religion obsolete.
John Lennon would be vindicated.
Haarrrwwwwwk...Twoooooooph...Ting!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The affirmation of this major reform agenda establishes the androgynous authority of the Anglican Church over its members and parishioners.
The vote also rejected a counter proposal by conservative members to create male "Super-Bishops" for members against the reform, for reasons that it will develop a two-tiered episcopacy and render the women Bishops second class clergy that would institutionalize divisions.
The long drawn out debate on the controversial measure was settled at the Lambeth Conference last July 8th, in an emotion packed assembly that exposed the cracks within the denomination.
The Lambeth Conference ( Lambeth, home of the Archbishop of Canterbury where the conference used to be held), a gathering of about 800 members from around the world is essential in helping to unify the largest protestant church grouping in the world.
It is the only meeting of all Archbishops and Bishops globally called every 10 years, presided by the Archbishop of Canterbury Dr. Rowan Williams.
During the voting on women Bishops, 1,300 clergy have threatened to bolt the Anglican Church and join the Roman Catholics, in what is seen as a fight between traditionalists and modernizers. But their distinctive positions have been blurred by the arguments favoring their own interests.
The General SynodThe Vatican has also expressed its reaction to the vote and warned that it could undermine talks of Unification.
The Church of England has approved the ordination of women priests since 1994 amid protests from the traditionalists, who at the time also voiced their intent to bolt the church. But the threat did not materialize.
The current vote and the recurring threat could also be empty and meant to foster their preference for the continuation of male domination. There are currently 2,000 women priests in the Anglican Church, but their desire to serve God has come at a steep price.
A survey of 6 dioceses have found that several hundred women priests have endured bullying and harassment by clergy.
It also uncovered evidence of women priests being physically injured in disputes with male colleagues, and in a small number of cases, sexually assaulted.
Women priests continue to struggle with their calling and a majority have found acceptance.
The question is: will the Church of England tolerate blatant discrimination?
The vote is a first step in the right direction, but the consecration of a woman Bishop may not be fulfilled until 2015. Until that time, a lot can transpire.
It is outrageously illogical to disqualify women from becoming Bishops after they have been ordained as priests, and have earned all the requirements to be so consecrated.
As it stands, 14 of the 38 Anglican Churches have already made the decision favoring women Bishops; but traditionalists insist there is no biblical precedent for women bishops since Christ's apostles were all male.
They also believe it is wrong for women to have authority over men in a religious capacity. This argument puts Jesus in a bad light as a chauvinist and definitely diminishes his status as a Divine Being.
It would be inconceivable for Jesus in all his Divinity to endanger the women at a time when the culture, mores, values and attitudes were largely different from today.
Women Priests
He would not risk them being harmed senselessly. The Bible cannot be invoked for chauvinism nor discrimination as it would destroy the very concept of God, justice, equality, and respect for all humanity.
When the phrase "Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men" is expressed, does it exclude women? Is it only hell on earth for them? Were they only made to suffer?
The Vatican response is even more pathetic. It merely reinforces the assertion of its objection to Catholic Women priests, much less the consecration of Catholic Women Bishops.
If it had no opposition to the ordination of women priests in the Anglican Church, why should it now lament the vote on women Bishops for the Church of England?
Is this not fostering an injustice?
Are they exerting their influence to perpetrate male domination of all clergy?
Was the Catholic Church pushing for the revocation of the ordination of women priests in the Anglican Church as a condition for unification?
Dr. Rowan Williams – Archbishop of Canterbury
There is a need to further strengthen this enacted reform as it remains fragile until a woman Bishop actually emerges.
Opposition may continue in more subtle forms to thwart or delay the consecration of the first woman Bishop.
The traditionalists have lost this battle and are constrained to accept the results. Or, they may split from the Church and form their own denomination.
When that happens, it wouldn't be far fetched for the confused members to disregard their faith altogether.
The exasperation could make religion obsolete.
John Lennon would be vindicated.
Haarrrwwwwwk...Twoooooooph...Ting!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
He is a prolific writer who can discuss any topic with flair that only a veteran could dish out.
He was previously a management consultant, but is now into a more nobler profession based on what I can discern from his posts.
According to him and I quote:
"There are many things we have been made to accept, drummed into our brains since we were kids; that these were true, unchangeable, and permanent. Well nothing is permanent and anything can be changed. What was true before may be uncovered today for the phoniness that it was and is. I keep a questioning attitude and a persistent orientation, balanced by a positive outlook. I love to laugh and enjoy life, and hope the pain brought about by what is wrong in this world is somehow diluted by this merriment. "
- UnquoteHe was previously a management consultant, but is now into a more nobler profession based on what I can discern from his posts.
According to him and I quote:
"There are many things we have been made to accept, drummed into our brains since we were kids; that these were true, unchangeable, and permanent. Well nothing is permanent and anything can be changed. What was true before may be uncovered today for the phoniness that it was and is. I keep a questioning attitude and a persistent orientation, balanced by a positive outlook. I love to laugh and enjoy life, and hope the pain brought about by what is wrong in this world is somehow diluted by this merriment. "
Some compelling and thought evoking articles he had written are: Freedom From Fantasy A Generation in Gathering Gloom. Visit his site and read more of his superb articles.
Thank you Durano for exerting effort to send your article as promised, even if you're right now at the ends of the earth where communication is almost impossible.
I appreciate it a lot. Mabuhay ka kabayan! ( All the best!)
Thank you Durano for exerting effort to send your article as promised, even if you're right now at the ends of the earth where communication is almost impossible.
I appreciate it a lot. Mabuhay ka kabayan! ( All the best!)
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