- “The Incest of Having” – Why then can the spirit reprimand itself when originally it longs, with everything that it can do, along with anyone that it can use, even its own bloodline, to survive? It sucks every other essence that imbues therein! Even the things we already have, and those we think we have, conjure a legitimate lust for themselves. For having to have something creates the incest of its craving.
- “In the event of change” – In the event of change, what is left behind? Is it a very precious one, or nothing that concerns the changing? On the other hand, it could be the cause of that change, or the fear to stay with it.
- “The Nameless King” — The name is the vainest of all. It wants to be called, countless times, to be hailed, and to be adored – ‘long live the name!’ For the name only heeds the call as a master, and not of its master — it even answers in false humility with its nameless ‘here i am’ but believing of an extension in its mind: ‘your king’!
- “We sojourners of the spirit” – We sojourners of the spirit! We longed one day when at our lonely islands we trudged the distant seas, hiked the extra miles and covered ourselves in worthy filth, in order for us to serve the impetus of our desires, enflame our long-lost passions for life, and ignite the wonder that, at one point, been de-awed for the sake of pure clarity, but which have, in its ineffectiveness, only created a lot of loop holes for us to marvel once again.
We sojourners of the spirit! We now have meta-morphed ourselves from deer of the running streams into the stream itself, for we have overflowed ourselves with the cup that does not want to pass itself, but is courageous and generous enough to pass on the prices of catastrophe only to test and strengthen ourselves in the domain of true sacrifice.
We sojourners of the spirit! We created life and locked ourselves in it, for without possible escape, and in destroying its key, we now have been stuck at the life we promised to live and also to die with.
We sojourners of the spirit! We made up ourselves with the clay to mold our own designs, because we have been designed all too well, and so that, with all artistry we adore the magnificent molding we have undergone from where we come from.
We sojourners of the spirit! We are masters of letting go. We knew how it felt to die and live once again. And with new souls we cleaned ourselves with the filth that made us worthy to smile in spite of all that happened. We knew that life though is hard to bear is bearable when knew when how to step back and go forward again.
- “The Path of Holiness” — It may be so, that to kill an instinct is very much the same as to preserve it. For in the preservation of its kind, an instinct roars in tumult to de-obstruct and to madly construe until it ravages its own fieriest peak – its own subservience! While in the killing of it, one only marvels at the stillness of its immortality, for it only calms, but rises again! And yet one act has to be promulgated in the self to trudge the path of holiness. It neither kills nor preserves, but calms the self directly to its soul. However, this too, is paradoxically instinctive, for in its calmness, one presents the self as a turmoil, a turmoil of longing – a restless calmness. The then practice of the self to holiness is established upon this noble act of prayer, whether one becomes instinctively passionate about it, or whether it sooths its own spirit. Prayer both have this passionate resolve to pursue holiness, as if it was an instinct of a mortal to seek a higher realm, and this refuge that only those who have passed the tremendous turmoil of sacrifices has yet to recharge with.
- “Fallibility of Fallacy” – How, in the midst of the structural patterns of language, logic and a little bit of common sense, can we prove, though not as thoroughly as it may seem, that life is not only thus and thus? For even though the conclusions that one has arrived upon living it appears intact or as yet permissible to fallacy, nothing contradicts as to say that life is itself a contradiction! And philosophy, as a manner of weighing upon the instances that life unswervingly manifests in different blatant, shrouded and sometimes fallacious forms, has to be forgiven when even at the utter-peak points it attests to the mercy of these guiding structural but sometimes all-too-hubristic patterns.