sari sari - story

Here's the final draft:  And the one that seeks thought, “I am ready to choose a path.” For doctrines have been read, gods compared, and rituals weighed in silence. He remembered the fire, where light was not worshiped but judged, and darkness was a choice, not a curse. He remembered the breath, where suffering was neither punished nor forgiven, but dissolved through stillness. He remembered the songs, where duty danced with illusion, and war itself was made holy by detachment. He remembered the resurrection, where the dismembered was remembered, and death was a gate, not an end. He remembered the teachings, etched in covenant, wrapped in law, carried by a people into exile and return. He remembered the prayers, whispered in caves, awaiting a kingdom not of this world. He remembered the tongues, where serpents taught silence and fire moved through spine and breath. And the thought wandered, and sleep came as a shadow without warning, and the dream began in the lowest of p...

  And the one that seeks thought, “I am ready to choose a path.” For doctrines have been read, gods compared, and rituals weighed in silence. He remembered the fire, where light was not worshiped but judged, and darkness was a choice, not a curse. He remembered the breath, where suffering was neither punished nor forgiven, but dissolved through stillness. He remembered the songs, where duty danced with illusion, and war itself was made holy by detachment. He remembered the resurrection, where the dismembered was remembered, and death was a gate, not an end. He remembered the teachings, etched in covenant, wrapped in law, carried by a people into exile and return. He remembered the prayers, whispered in caves, awaiting a kingdom not of this world. He remembered the tongues, where serpents taught silence and fire moved through spine and breath. And the thought wandered, and sleep came as a shadow without warning, and the dream began in the lowest of places. And he beheld h...

I paused all activities on AI and tried writing. Yes AI was used for evaluation. No, AI didn't write it. A truth seeker, driven by a deep longing for meaning, enters a dream in which he is put on trial by a being via dialogue and ends with monologue. The story is a juxtaposition of the “Self” evolving from answering to questioning and the other supposedly higher being evolving from questioning to silence. Like the musical technique of octave doubling with a disappearing higher octave and merging into a lower octave. It also shows how questions are mark of higher intelligence and the human unknowingly and gradually transformed his response from statements to questions as he ascends to higher being. The Dialogue The story begins with the human thinking out loud his readiness to choose a religion after years of study. The dream starts with the human observing himself on the act of defecation and suddenly was hit by a question; his first question “Do you know me?”. The human answer...

Life often moves at a relentless pace, filled with responsibilities, ambitions, and distractions. In the midst of it all, it’s easy to overlook the profound beauty of simplicity—those quiet moments of contentment that, in hindsight, hold the most value. This sentiment is captured in the presence of a grandchild, a reminder of life’s purest joys. A child’s laughter, their innocent curiosity, and the way they find wonder in the smallest things serve as a gentle nudge to pause and appreciate what truly matters. This photograph, then, is more than just an image; it’s a time capsule of love and gratitude. It reminds me that a life lived with simplicity and contentment is not something to take for granted but rather to cherish deeply.

this morning, my wife and i went to this protestant church. i won't mention the name of the church and please dont ask. we were catholic from the very begginng and we intended to stay that way although a lot changed since then. we are now in search for something that would make us grow spiritually, and not just go to a place every sunday, hear someone talk, give them money, pray a little and then go home. every so called religion is already doing it and we want more. when we entered their church, we felt a sudden change in the environment. it's like we don't belong there. it's our first time to see a church with an elevator and escalator. it could be that we were left behind or we stayed inside the catholic church too long that the customs were already embedded in our characters - how sad. so, now we'll take sometime to acustom ourselves to different religious culture or maybe read a little bit more about bible, religions, and god. a little soul searching will help ...