Revelation

This might be one of the smallest things, the most blatant of it all, yet mostly it is the planks, the blemishes of dusts in one's eye that one cannot see, and it is a heave of relief that at least speck by speck, something has been hacked.


If the sky crashes, one looks for larks.


One's results are not good enough, so one menacingly throw one(self) inside more books. 


One's family turns sour, so one burns bridges. 


One's pockets are not big enough, so one digs a hole in it.  


One hits upon a snail, so one kicks it. 


Until the end, everything has been stripped off till a bark, its only one left. Ok, so every exhaust system has been expended, every escape plan has been crossed out, what can one do now? Like reaching upon the dead end of a maze, every surface and path blocked out. There seems to be nothing left, only one. It seems to be a signal, to one, (that one should never overlook at), that nothing is going to change, it can only be one; (in the perspective in the grinding or in the physical or literally). Only then it is the "better". It seems to be the hard truth, of life, and probably one's purpose, that nothing is ever 'good', only "one" can make it good. Therefore one has to head it this way, making 'one' good, and from there goodness can leak out, transforming the things and influencing the people. Nothing is ever good.   
    

知人知面知己知彼 知心

何年何月 何日何时 何时能 有知音.
知人知面 知己知彼 只知心 是知音.
音响音绝 音清音伦 因叹息 无知音.

"Sale"

Why is there a sale ongoing annually. Is there a need for it once every year [is up]?  Does one really earn any money from (the outpourings from) a sale. What are the things sold (to be qualified) in a sale? Outcasted, cheap thrills that it would still find an expected owner anywhere? Then why don't there be a sale everydayas and when. Why only sale in a sale period? Why don't every day be lived as a sale and every sale as a non-sale, until the enumeration might cancel off each other and there will be no more sale or non-sale-companies losing their latch on the sale? 


How about the sale in one's life. What are the things one should go on a "sale"? And why some things on sale, while others not (need). If it is all-sale is it equivalent to no sale and actually days= sale {days} until there is no such thing as a sale or no-sale and one might as well lose one's latch on the sale. 

And one should not do it like this again

Thank you You, for telling one this. One gets it.

I'm afraid

Something that is threatening, invoking disgust amidst one's weakest points, or evoking fear within someone.


I'm afraid of karyotypes (and type) and lightning. 
I'm afraid of the dark.
I'm afraid of death and insomia.
I'm afraid (of you.)
I'm afraid that I will not able to hold it out much longer.
I'm afraid; its me.


{Is it that hard?} Afraid becomes a hinder. Moving on, it is no longer the fear of serpents or demons, but the one who seems to be bigger than this world and problems (in totalitarianism) greater than God Himself. The fear of thyself.

Contamination

On earth, red, yellow, and blue add up to black. A bit of black and it will taint the entire palette, no matter how how much white is added.


In the metaphysical, colour is additive, red, green and blue add up to white. With a bit of light, it will shine away the darkness. 


It is not that always with sadness, it will be the one that dominates. A bit of sadness and it will maim the overall feeling of well-being. 

No matter where you are, I will catch you

No matter what angle you close at, I will hold you, because I am a rounded surface; you are a straight slab of door or stick. 


Round seems to have an edge over, be it to make wheels, which will succumb all surface of their friction, or ball bearings, which will grip any 2 components at any angle. One seems in the need to be more round, too.

Finish what one started

Could one finish expending the texts in the book, before buying a next? Consumables, a perishable commodity, can books be used in the same way. Finish using them, before getting new ones. {How did the books in one's house (ever) come about.} If dealt the same way, could one ever finish poring over the texts. The idea of finishing is also the same idea as not letting go. 

说到细细麻麻

气呼呼的时候


回想到两, 三年前的决定, 原来那是要自己变成个清新的人.

There is no opposing in the denying

Today one is feeling sad. To humans, sadness is such an unwholesome thing, like drugs, physical attachment to things which are worldly. It will water down. In time then talk about it again. The way one has an earthly father and mother and the way one has a heavenly father. 


However one is sad because one seems to be the only one which does it. One seems to be the only one inside, be it in it, or in Him. The rest may be there, but there doesn't seem to have much interaction, one still feels like the only one. And because one is the only one in it, one is happily serving, and supporting, no longer because of the catching of the ball in aloneness, or the wholeness in which the calling is upon one. 


One is sad because one is the only one inside it, and now that it is over, one seems like the only one which is sad. Even though one had been there majorly the time, a presence, even. One sort of misses it. 

From east to the west

In a narrow path like this, the longer one treads on, the more one receives. When one chooses to go an extra mile; one receives, and where one decides to stop, there is no net gain or lose. There is nothing, when one decides not to do anything, yet it is a gain, when one chooses this over better-than-nothing. It is no longer about giving is receiving. But the amount one "loses", when there is no input, compared to net gains, and losses.
All the way to CC16? Isn't one very exhausted? No, the longer one sets to stay on this path, the more one receives.  

Mount Faber

³ Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, ⁴ not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.

No one remains

Yesterday was the transition which happens once in a year.

As humans, as we are made in the flesh, it is impossible for us to say "Yes" to something which hasn't happened. It is just absurd, against human logic to act as if one has an understanding before one sees it. 

This is transition. Valuing in the unseen, what which comes in the way is not gathered good or lopsided, gladness or sadness, yet one is to face and accept it. One sees that there is a season for everything. Life is full when it is incomplete and complete, and one is full. Everything is not just one season. Transition is also a period of the thinnest. Easiest to penetrate, squeeze through, as though through a bottleneck. However if one's desires are kept to a minimum, only looking up to one thing, one is assured that the rest (whatever one needs, on the way) will be added onto one, in time. Even if one is 'thin', carrying light in the first place, with nothing to begin with. 


Transition is also a time to let the righteous, the correct have a complete reign in one's life again. That is why there are transitions<- one of the few, in one's life. 

Confessions of a someone

P.S. This is a glimpse of how far(-fetched) one's thoughts get, after overhearing an anonymous' conversation about their crush across some bushes in a starbucks.  


An extrovert is one who speaks a lot. But in front of the apple of their eye, they speak little. An introvert is one who speaks little. But in front of the apple of their eye, they speak a lot.


We are created differently.