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22 October, 2006

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i don't have my own ideas to write but i might as well write about the things my senses have percieved. before writing this entry i peregrinated to some blog users. reading their post, feeling their emotions, understanding their insights. there are some who use blogs as means to expell their emotions, others as dairies or journals but i give much salutations to those who use blogs as means to share their insights.

i am currently reading a philosophical book. no, i'm not going to mention the title. so far soo good. the book is giving me much understanding as how people think and come to fully comprehend the intensity of the passion the greatest philosophers of all time had. first, they questioned, then they search the answer. there were some who were brilliant enough to be vigilant of their actions... aware that not only reasons can link the answer to the question but as well as senses which others say, not reliable. but yes, they are.

as i was wandering through other people's online journal, i say human are entirely capable of thinking and of feeling. there was a time when i questioned God (when i got stuck outside our house) Lord, why did you allow your creations to have a mind of their own? to have a feeling of their own? Are You aware and know that perhaps in the middle you might lose them? they have a mind of their own and thus capable of deciding for themselves... don't you feel bad that most of your creations recognize your presence only when their decisions become wrong? Your being only seem to be a mere refugee site in times of life "tsunamis." don't you think it's unfair on your part? Yes, i know the essence of Love is oblviously reflected here. but, it's generously selfish. And why are they capable of feeling? of aching to be exact. I don't get the logic why You have to let them experience pain. Thus this follow the rule of "in order to die, you have to live"? they have to experience pain for them to experience comfort? can't you make it no pain and more comfort? anyway, those who have surpassed pain are living pleasantly now. But how about those who are trap in the middle of their struggle? You said, love. Is Your love not strong enough to end their misery?


in fact, the minds of the people are too complex. it has become too complex because of knowledge, experiences, learnings. as much as these things continue to evolve, as more and more informations, experiences and insights land in the minds of the people, the complexity is beyond our call. far beyond our command.

i give special credits to the people whose blog entries depict a man/woman of great desire to question, to search and to satisfy one's life mysteries and questions. thank you for inspiring me.

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