imagine

imagine this whole world is a unified non-exhaustible entity. the peoples. the animals. the plants. the intelligence. the evil. the saints. all the single individual quality. each and everyone of them. the oceans. one singel drop of dew. the ants. all that have been killed. consumed. died. are merely changing forms. while the quality remains. imagine that the forests. the quality of it. now has been transformed into other forms. books. houses. offices. into forms you have never think of coming from it. it's the transformation of qualities. that nothing is really gone from this world. leaving this planet. they are merely changing shapes. the south pole may melt. the country debt may go through the roof. we may have lost tons of gold. but they are never really left us. something must have filled their places. with the same worth of quality. though may be in countless forms. they are never really left us. left this world. they are merely changing places. imagine yourself. seeing the world. the planet. from a far. one single entity. floating in the dark. nothing escapes from it. nothing added into it. one single self-sustaining sphere. one genius may die. but the quality remains. it may spread into ten of newborn babies. or stored in the library of the world. waiting to be hatched back into the community. as well as the evil. once gone along with the body of a tyrant. will in time be back for another game of chess. imagine the world being a complete entity. nothing less. nothing more.

the brawn

don't be so damn naive. talking. discussion. debate. cannot always sort things out. when you need a hatchet. a hatchet you shall have. it's the modern age. in such age we settle everything by discussion. yeah right. discussion my ass. you'll never win your independence only by talking. as we have won ours by force. you are gifted with a complete figure. trying to get things done by only using your mouth will be a great waste of flesh, bones and muscles. if you have to win. you have to win. all is fair in love or war. they don't get sadam's oil by reasoning with him. they bombed him. you just cannot talk to imperialists. you impale them. anyone saying that brain is better than brawn most probably is an ass strolling down the road on his head. anyone should try to win by using all the capacity one has. if your brain stuck. use your brawn. stop dreaming that talking will solve everything. you just can't reason with a snobbish school boy. you hit him in the eye.

the wools

just like dreaming. i'm here, again, sitting on my stone. in this new yard. where am i? this is not the fence i know. this not the fields i know. these wools, who are they? i don't know them. passing me by. this is not my life. that's i'm sure of. this is not me. this is mere a corner of me. of which i am trapped for a few moments everyday. the self i pray to be part with. i'm sorry but there is only fake being i bring here. the one i think most suitable for these herds. when you're between sheep, you bleat.and now i'm hearing myself bleating away in high tones. what a crap. forgive me, but i don't grow wools. i don't want to start seeing them in the mirror also. last time i was a horse. neighing all day long. i don't know when i'm gonna wake up. i don't know also what form i'm gonna find myself in. all this shape-changing is making me ill. i reckon, i think this is the 34th costume i have. next time i'll have the tailor make me another one. all these fashion shows are exhausting. no wonder those models are so thin.

sometimes after september

another one. and another. and another. they all speak the same tone. the same history. the one they want to forget. but cannot leave their minds. and so they tell it again, and again. the history once so faint. now become so blunt. all of a sudden, it's on everyone's tongue. it's a wonder how time turns. the event they once claimed as blasphemy. now has become a new religion. a commodity. sold out in papers and magazines. perhaps they're all true. perhaps they're all just stories. perhaps they're a mix. let's bury the hatchet, someone say. but i guess it's not that simple. debts must be paid. plus interest. the longer you're in debt. the higher interest you will get. and now we're deep in shit. in the debt we cannot pay. suddenly everyone claims for the interest. suddenly everyone wants to be heard. suddenly they're all under the siege of the one they wish to be freed from in the first place. the specters of m.