Showing posts with label Random Ponders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random Ponders. Show all posts

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Halfway through the Night

Cardona, Rizal
I find it really hard to concentrate on my studies lately. Too many things are happening every day and my thoughts just jump around the entire place and when I find myself in front of a reading, the urge to skip it and spend time outdoors and in a conversation is too much that I usually do just that. When did I become so chill? J) Now, it’s hard for me to sit down and concentrate on reading or writing and get what I wanted to say out and organized them in this paper until it’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I’m the only one awake. I finished it like magic.


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faith

good morning.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Problem with Living



If only we were with God before birth
Just as how it would be in death,
Then I would've asked Him to let me stay
Behind the golden gates of Heaven instead.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Logic vs. the Divine


If God created everything, and everything includes all that is evil in the world, then God created evil. Looking at this if-and-then statement, it seems to be very logical, right? This is a perfect example of logic being very dangerous in understanding the divine. So what’s the error in this explanation?

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Silence



I remember the time I read "Murke's Collected Silences" by Heinrich Böll for my Literature class (my professor required us to read awesome works like it). Set in the background of post-World War II, Germany, the protagonist, Murke is a young man who works in a radio station and exhibits strange habits. First, his morning begins with riding the lift all the way up to the highest floor of the company building and down to the floor where his office is located. Second, is his fondness of collecting snippets of silence from recorded tapes, thus the title. "When I have to cut tapes, in the places where the speakers sometimes pause for a moment—or sigh, or take a breath, or there is absolute silence—I don't throw that away. I collect it." He then splices it together to form recorded silence. Third, he listens to it at night in his home as a sort of relaxing meditation.