Thank You

It is you which made me down.


But it is also you which brought me up.


Incidentally, it had to be this way. The sharpening, the awakening, the realization, that one is not alone in this universe; and everything, not formless, and empty, made in our image. 

The time might not be exact, but it is the right time

P.S. For the love of Backtime, in this blog, for better reading, time is to be added 15 hours for actual Singapore time.

A capital letter

Maybe you are just one of Them, in his/her life. Holding on to much things.


But to Him, you are everything. You are His one and only. He is your one and only. 

Simple.

We want to be simple. It starts (progresses) from the simple. Hear about Him. Have faith. Go; touch him. But simple is not all that good. No breakthroughs. No stepping in. However we just poussette away from the simple. We cannot be simple. We are not simple. One thing happens and a thousand fingers start pointing. We doubt, we are wary, we spin answers, we are delirious.  


Sometimes, it is no longer about the personality inhabiting within one, the tendencies one rivets to, the people around one; heavily influencing, the circumstances. Sometimes one have to face the music and admit that it is just- Him. Not the distractions, the divisions (in one's heart) (ruining the job). One has to be prepared that it is from Him. One has to know that it is Him. To be certain that it is Him, stepping out to know that it is Him, rising up to know that it is from Him. And to giving credit to Him. It is not anything else.  


And about the uneasiness one faces in life, the struggles, the heartaches, the unnecessary suffering one collects from the relationship with other people, the frictions with oneself; it is no longer about personality, how one's temperaments sees to it, the people, around one, the circumstances. How about it is also— from Him. 


He has always loved us.

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We make our own plans, but the Lord decides where we will go.


Hopefully guess NIV will be the only repost one will ever need. Look between the pithy sayings. Every one like a proverb. 

Supernatural

Some of you must have felt that no matter what you do, you are unforgivable. However one is reminded that regardless of you being forgiven or (at the initiation of the thought of) not forgiven, He loves you. He already loves you. It is supernatural to be able to contain in a love like this.  


Supernatural=love. Love=God. God is love.  

The seventh Day

Not like one is overtly ambitious, but every Sunday seems to have something big going on. And it is not because its Sundaey. Nor is it a coincidence, for the stellar constellations to have some chemistry together. Nor is it because it is Sunday, everything is to be leaved (planned) on a Sunday. [Eg "leftover" birthdays, occassions, etc.] 


Nor is it because one is particularly sensitive, trying to hound and link something to this day like some kind of centripetal force. With the use of false positives. (More the merrier) sampling. 


Once falling the slot of a Sunday, the 7 day lapse curse astrological pattern seems to hit it, the next event also comes on a Sunday.


Some years also happen to be like this. Sun-loving (heliophilic) etc 2005. 


Twenty-eleven
9/10/11- Water baptism
6/11/11- Hari Raya Haji
25/12/11- Christmas
1/1/12- New Year's Day


Twenty-twelve
22/1/12- 年除夕 (reunion dinner)
19/2/12- Spiritual birthday
4/3/12- "Silver plate" Anniversary
1/4/12- April Fool's 
8/4/12- POP
13/5/12- Mother's day
20/5/12- Supernatural Sunday




By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work.

History to neo history

1. Photographic memory        No photographic memory

Theme From A Summer Place

“Towards 8, a new classroom, a brand new scope of life. It nestles away in a corner of the school compound, with a green hinging backdoor leading to a brambly-edged garden. Every morning over the 8.30 Ante.Meridiem. BBC news; articulate tidy voices reminiscent of coffee baristas in an airport morning or metallic lobbies of international hotels, there is a soft lounge in the ivory, embroidered couch before heading into a low-lying limousine for learning. In the high saturation-white of the morning, the classroom is empty, only to linger a pale flower fragrance(possibly from m.l’s perfume) and the sweet warbling of the most touching music ever played on the earth, Out of Africa’s Summer Theme. The air is filter and a-laid with pearly shells, consisting with m.l’s smile and bending over for preparation; this is a typical start of a day of learning. In this room, the fever of haiku and acrostic poem was also caught, pulling wide open the lever of treasure chests and swinging door of a secret wardrobe, revealing the most breathtaking scenery reward stretching beyond the line of vision. And the wizardry of the world of written work, a 300-word portion or a 900-word novel lead and paper rubbing dizzying flipping page after page, artisanal crafted and penned by hand.
Note:‘Field’ was first used here, sighted with correct spelling inclining more of a towards ‘moors’ or ‘poppies’, (school fields rectangle cow grass wasn’t within context at that time), and ‘flower’ pompously rhyming with ‘shower’. Into the backyard, it wasn’t as simple as rain water brimming almost poetically into the class, by quality or by its unpredictable instance in class, it was an extension of a life.(13/5/10)”

One should have known what one had just watched this past season. 

Aesthetics

Why does one so like to revert.


In posthumanism, it is no longer possible or necessary to separate humans from nature.
Not about about the end of man or machine.
Decentralization of power structures to garner otherness.  


Posthuman, the end of humans? 
Arrogance in our self-belief of the superiority of humans?
Radical shifts in consciousness creating a post-gender world- death to the human?


End of the world? 
Apocalyptic, or despotic visions by technology?


A cyborg is the modification of the human mind and body through technology.


Humankind beyond humanism, something dangerously-centered "man"?


Humanism it is, but in posthumanism humans no longer enjoy the privileged dominance over the environment, animals, or other species.


Humanism places complete faith in humans, but for posthumanism; are technological advances seen as human progress, or "progress" on the environment, other humans?


Hence posthumanism is intrinsically different from the posthuman. 
Posthumanism cites humanism as the root cause of environmental and social problems.
There is a no holistic intertwining-global world.
We are therefore, to make new discoveries.


For things to be fluid and malleable, there is a need for something to rise up, to refute against humanity's need to categorize.
That dynamicity is in- us.


It is all about empowerment; a fundamental control over self-awareness, the individual or collective destiny, that we are in control of things.


Posthumanism is about the society's progression beyond the limits of a human; the harmful boundaries of humanism.


It is encompassing the global world.


Posthumanism is a discourse of unification, rejecting universalism.
Posthumanism accepts difference, transgression, uncertainty, irrationality and the irrepressible. 
All of whom which rejects patriarchy.
Posthumanism rejects the human simplification of the gender, rejecting male or human ascendancy. Hence feminism brings about an end to patriarchy, and an equal world with gender equality.
Feminism on the equality of humans.


Until we have the courage to recognize what is cruel- the victim human or animal, there is no better to this world.
Action on either side sets back the progression of humanity.


Feminism is an oppression of men and women and onto a less-gendered world for both men and women, onto the destination of holistic humans.
Animal rights end the cruel exploitations of animals.
Environmentalism ends the annihilation of nature.


In the posthumanist condition, how will we live and the kind of present we want to create for ourselves? 
Will we continue to exploit and threaten the relationships between ourselves and the natural world? 


Art must be the exemplar.


Posthumanism, .blogspot.