In respond to a discussion I had with a friend about bullfighting in Spain:
I understand what you are saying and why you are pressing the point. But I guess I didn't express myself very clearly and i think our understandings of the word "judge" are different. So I will restrain myself from using it..
Let's talk about bullfighting. I do not approve of it but it doesn't mean that I will go to the arena and start killing the people who are enjoying it. I do tell people that I don't like it and I don't think it's a sport nor an entertainment.. and if they derive pleasure from it (because of their tradition), then it's up to them.
Religion, I was a devoted Catholic and now I have seen the error of my behaviour in the past (condemning non christian to hell, etc), but I am not going to go to every Christian and tell them to leave that corrupted and controlling organisation. Because I know that no many people can do that, to just give up.. they need security, they need people to tell them what to do and they need people to assure them that when they die, there are better things awaiting them. (this derive from the hopelessness of present reality, but that's another topic we should discuss the next time)
I have always seen anti gay in the same league as racism. Both are things that you can't change and was condemned base on a certain idea and "teaching". So, of course I do not agree with it.. but will I judge it? Who am I to judge? if I take things into my own hand, i am no better than those gay-basher (because they take it into their own hand and forcing their idea upon the others)
Slavery, I strongly disagree with what they are doing.. In my opinion, this is wrong, very wrong.. However am I right as well to go over there and kill all the people whom I think it's wrong? I think that's what America is doing in Iraq.. because America feels that dictatorship isn't right (which I think it isn't too) and they decided to take things into their own hand and here we have our current iraq war. Are you in favour of the Iraq war then? I surely am not.
All I am saying is that, we all have our point of view, it is ok for us to have it and even to judge (i had to use it) others. But when we go beyond our bondary, we lost the very purpose of our action. Maybe I am a coward.. or maybe I am just a person who believe in diversity.
We are looking at issue from this point of view that is generally agreed upon in the modern world, such as Human Right, and all the other rights. So it is easy for us to "judge" things that are against them as wrong. And because of this, a lot of minority behaviour are therefore wrong as well. But what if, Islam is the world religion and Iraq or Iran is the superpower, don't you think that the reverse is true then?
Maybe I am not as noble as a lot of people.. but I do believe in different point of view.. and to understand it before condemning (that's different from judging)
Sunday 5 August 2007
Tuesday 20 March 2007
time
Einstein proposed that time is the fourth dimension. I can perceive the 3 dimensions world that we live in, but it is difficult for me to imagine a fourth dimension. That maybe because it is not something that I can visualise. We tend to only believe what we can see.
But unlike the other 3 dimensions, time cannot be manipulated nor charted. Or can it? Throughout human history we have been trying to manipulate and measure this element.
What is time then? Time is considered a kind of linear progression measured by the clock and the calendar. That it is unchangable and constantly moving. With no regards to anything else. It will not slow down when we are sad (though we might feel it it does) nor speed up when we are happy. It keeps moving from past to future. George Orwell once said "He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future."
Is there such thing as present then? Isn't it true that whatever just happened is already in the past and whatever is about to happen is still in the future? Is present the nanosecond THIS particular nanosecond? By wearing a watch and asking "what time is it?" do we therefore possess the present? There is no such thing as present. It is like trying to make and incision right where the past meets the future.
How about the past and the future? The past is something that has gone and the only way we know that it existed is through our memory. But our memory are prone to subjective influence. Did you ever realise that some of your old memory seems to be sweeter than the actual event? Then is the event real since it differs from the memory we have of it? Or the memory a lie since it doesn't coincide with the real event? How can we trust history? It is said that "history" is written by the winner. So there is no such thing as "real" history and therefore, no such thing as "real" past, either.
On the other hand, future is not even here yet. It is nothing but a hypothetical concept. How do you know there is such a thing before it actually happen? For example, we may have plan to do something in the future, say tomorrow. But what if we die before tomorrow. Doesn't that make tomorrow nothing but another illusion?
Then is the concept of "past, present and future" is nothing but an illusion that we created to lie to ourselves that we actually can possess time? This is what we want to do, right? To possess time. We run around all our lives, chasing time, complaining that we don't have enough time, etc.
Have we ever thought that time could be viewed in other way? That time could be a cyclical concept. The Indian mythology believes in the beginning point of time is also the ending point. In another word, there is no beginning nor end of time. This view is also echoed by Buddhism and other oriental philosophies. It is evident everywhere. For example, everyday begins as the sun rises and ends as the sun sets; even yearly seasons move in cycle: spring, summer, autumn, winter... spring.
What does that mean to us if we do see time as cyclical rather than linear? Would we then not put so much importance on lost time? Would we then learn to appreciate each moment more? or less?
There is no such thing as "time". It is nothing but an idea for us to try to understand and to grasp the meaning of changes. Be it linear or cyclical, all we ever have is THIS moment of conciousness.
But unlike the other 3 dimensions, time cannot be manipulated nor charted. Or can it? Throughout human history we have been trying to manipulate and measure this element.
What is time then? Time is considered a kind of linear progression measured by the clock and the calendar. That it is unchangable and constantly moving. With no regards to anything else. It will not slow down when we are sad (though we might feel it it does) nor speed up when we are happy. It keeps moving from past to future. George Orwell once said "He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future."
Is there such thing as present then? Isn't it true that whatever just happened is already in the past and whatever is about to happen is still in the future? Is present the nanosecond THIS particular nanosecond? By wearing a watch and asking "what time is it?" do we therefore possess the present? There is no such thing as present. It is like trying to make and incision right where the past meets the future.
How about the past and the future? The past is something that has gone and the only way we know that it existed is through our memory. But our memory are prone to subjective influence. Did you ever realise that some of your old memory seems to be sweeter than the actual event? Then is the event real since it differs from the memory we have of it? Or the memory a lie since it doesn't coincide with the real event? How can we trust history? It is said that "history" is written by the winner. So there is no such thing as "real" history and therefore, no such thing as "real" past, either.
On the other hand, future is not even here yet. It is nothing but a hypothetical concept. How do you know there is such a thing before it actually happen? For example, we may have plan to do something in the future, say tomorrow. But what if we die before tomorrow. Doesn't that make tomorrow nothing but another illusion?
Then is the concept of "past, present and future" is nothing but an illusion that we created to lie to ourselves that we actually can possess time? This is what we want to do, right? To possess time. We run around all our lives, chasing time, complaining that we don't have enough time, etc.
Have we ever thought that time could be viewed in other way? That time could be a cyclical concept. The Indian mythology believes in the beginning point of time is also the ending point. In another word, there is no beginning nor end of time. This view is also echoed by Buddhism and other oriental philosophies. It is evident everywhere. For example, everyday begins as the sun rises and ends as the sun sets; even yearly seasons move in cycle: spring, summer, autumn, winter... spring.
What does that mean to us if we do see time as cyclical rather than linear? Would we then not put so much importance on lost time? Would we then learn to appreciate each moment more? or less?
There is no such thing as "time". It is nothing but an idea for us to try to understand and to grasp the meaning of changes. Be it linear or cyclical, all we ever have is THIS moment of conciousness.
Saturday 24 February 2007
nothingness
Ever contemplate what is it like to be "nothing"? or to be more exact, to be in a state of nothingness. Being so used to be surrounded by "something", the concept of nothingness is hard to grasp.
"Big Bang", a theory that argues the concept of our current somethingness comes from nothingness. It was difficult for me to understand this theory at the beginning not because of my catholic background but because in the formation of my thought, in my formative years, the concept of nothingness was never entertained nor do I consciously know its absent. Our perception requires the delineation of one thing from another to function.
What is nothingness? Is it the lack of something? the absence of existence or the existence of nonexistence? Nothing is such a simple, day to day word. But do you really understand when we say "there's nothing here"? It is a strange thing to say because by saying it, it already implies the existence and the being of the speaker. Linguistically speaking, it is another paradox, by using the verb to be "is", the speaker is already creating the existence of "nothing". There is no such thing as the "existence" of "nothingness", because they contradict each other. Nothing is not define by being nor by existing, it is the absence of it.
Nothingness is therefore absolulte .
And in the world of nothingness and absolute, there is no being. So, being a being, it is therefore impossible for us to experience nothingness.
"Big Bang", a theory that argues the concept of our current somethingness comes from nothingness. It was difficult for me to understand this theory at the beginning not because of my catholic background but because in the formation of my thought, in my formative years, the concept of nothingness was never entertained nor do I consciously know its absent. Our perception requires the delineation of one thing from another to function.
What is nothingness? Is it the lack of something? the absence of existence or the existence of nonexistence? Nothing is such a simple, day to day word. But do you really understand when we say "there's nothing here"? It is a strange thing to say because by saying it, it already implies the existence and the being of the speaker. Linguistically speaking, it is another paradox, by using the verb to be "is", the speaker is already creating the existence of "nothing". There is no such thing as the "existence" of "nothingness", because they contradict each other. Nothing is not define by being nor by existing, it is the absence of it.
Nothingness is therefore absolulte .
And in the world of nothingness and absolute, there is no being. So, being a being, it is therefore impossible for us to experience nothingness.
Monday 29 January 2007
sense of belonging
What does it mean to belong? Every one of us was born with an instinct to be part of a community, that's human nature; or we could call it natural instinct. We belong to our family, to our community, to our circle of friends, to our culture and society... and this sense of belonging even extend to something less intrinsic, such as clubs and associations.
Why do you feel the need to belong? In this sense, we are not very different from other animal. We derived our identity through this sense of belonging. By belonging to a group, a community, it tells us who we are. If I belong to an Asian society, then my identity is an Asian, it completes me as I have got to feed this psychological, mental and emotional needs of mine. We are who we are by definition of the people we surround ourselves with; we see this clearly in some of the Hollywood movies: the jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, etc.
Let's bring this idea home a little. Our identity is intrinsically tied to our family. It seems that there is no way to escape this bloodline; for example, my surname is my father's surname, in some culture, for example, the latin ones, the children also takes on the mother's surname. How many times have we heard "so, you are so and so's daughter/son! You look so much like your father/mother." As we grow up, we build our identity through belonging to every aspects of society and humanity on the blank pages of ourselves, and after 20 or so odd years, we become who we are today. The question I want to ask at this point is, are we happy about who we are?
Growing up with mix parentage, and in a society where it practice preferencial treatment to a race that I don't belong to help me to cultivate this sense of "never quite belong". And on top of that, being gay and catholic. I was pretty involved in the church activity and that really gave me a sense of belonging. But at night, when I switched off the light and the rest of the goody feeling, when it was just me and the very inner self of me, I felt really empty, because that is this part of me that wants to be recognised and released but my belief, or "my belonging" did not allow me to do so because by acknowledging my sexuality, it defied my belief. These 2 parts of me cannot coexist. So, for a long time, I was in perpetual conflict and denial. This as time goes by, feed and strengthen this sense of "not belonging".
So when I decided to leave my home, my country and my family. It is with an unconscious effort to find myself. Not to belong to any society, but rather, to find out who am I by not belonging to any. To find this intrinsic me, this me that isn't defined by the culture that I grew up in, by the family that nurtured and fostered me, and by the society that told me what to and what not to do. But, you know what? This is actually a paradox. Because we as a human being, living in this relative world, our meaning are defined by others. Who we are are define by who they are not.
Once, I walked through a park in Lisbon and saw old people sitting around and family strolling, I was strucked by a sudden sense of alienation. I felt that this "picture" in front of me doesn't belong to me; or should I say, I can never belong to this picture; the perfect example of human society.
From that day on, I accepted my identity of a traveller, a wanderer, a nomad. An outsider within this lonely planet, an alien among humanity.
Why do you feel the need to belong? In this sense, we are not very different from other animal. We derived our identity through this sense of belonging. By belonging to a group, a community, it tells us who we are. If I belong to an Asian society, then my identity is an Asian, it completes me as I have got to feed this psychological, mental and emotional needs of mine. We are who we are by definition of the people we surround ourselves with; we see this clearly in some of the Hollywood movies: the jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, etc.
Let's bring this idea home a little. Our identity is intrinsically tied to our family. It seems that there is no way to escape this bloodline; for example, my surname is my father's surname, in some culture, for example, the latin ones, the children also takes on the mother's surname. How many times have we heard "so, you are so and so's daughter/son! You look so much like your father/mother." As we grow up, we build our identity through belonging to every aspects of society and humanity on the blank pages of ourselves, and after 20 or so odd years, we become who we are today. The question I want to ask at this point is, are we happy about who we are?
Growing up with mix parentage, and in a society where it practice preferencial treatment to a race that I don't belong to help me to cultivate this sense of "never quite belong". And on top of that, being gay and catholic. I was pretty involved in the church activity and that really gave me a sense of belonging. But at night, when I switched off the light and the rest of the goody feeling, when it was just me and the very inner self of me, I felt really empty, because that is this part of me that wants to be recognised and released but my belief, or "my belonging" did not allow me to do so because by acknowledging my sexuality, it defied my belief. These 2 parts of me cannot coexist. So, for a long time, I was in perpetual conflict and denial. This as time goes by, feed and strengthen this sense of "not belonging".
So when I decided to leave my home, my country and my family. It is with an unconscious effort to find myself. Not to belong to any society, but rather, to find out who am I by not belonging to any. To find this intrinsic me, this me that isn't defined by the culture that I grew up in, by the family that nurtured and fostered me, and by the society that told me what to and what not to do. But, you know what? This is actually a paradox. Because we as a human being, living in this relative world, our meaning are defined by others. Who we are are define by who they are not.
Once, I walked through a park in Lisbon and saw old people sitting around and family strolling, I was strucked by a sudden sense of alienation. I felt that this "picture" in front of me doesn't belong to me; or should I say, I can never belong to this picture; the perfect example of human society.
From that day on, I accepted my identity of a traveller, a wanderer, a nomad. An outsider within this lonely planet, an alien among humanity.
Saturday 20 January 2007
life as movie
10 or 11 years ago, I watched a very interesting and relatively unknown movie, "Before Sunrise". It was a very simple movie about a backpacker who met a stranger on a train and they started chatting and decided to stop in Vienna and spend the night walking through the its enchanted streets before they had to go on their own way the next day. There wasn't anything spectacular, but the simplicity and exotic setting has imprinted very deeply in my heart and mind. As an adolence, I had wished for this kind of intense and passionate experience in a foreign land meeting someone who capture my heart and my imagination. Something magial.
Last summer, I was backpacking in Easter Europe for 2 months; it was an intense and awesome experience. And in the unspoiled and edgy land of Romania, I met someone. We spent 3 intense days together, the day I had to leave was one of the hardest thing I have had to do. As my bus pulled away and seeing the person I 'love' slowly disappearing from my sight and the uncertainty of whether we would meet again, tore through my heart. In the movie, the 2 protagonists made a pack to meet again in a year's time, but one of them didn't turn up. Life is like a movie, after I left Romania and we started chatting on the net and things grew from mere infactuation to something more serious; promises were made, expectations were born. Instead of waiting 1 year, like the movie, I have only to wait 4 months. When the day got closer, the anxiety grew stronger. The days leading up to it, I felt the distance. Nothing like the physical distance that seperate us; but a distance that could not be cross with any boat, nor traverse through by any vehicle, nor reach by any plane; a distance that chill the heart and warm the cheeks. The date approached and he wasn't there...
Devastated? That is an understatement. I know well enough never to put expectation on a night of passion and a long distance relationship. But I've never been the one to conform and I try to believe that there is 'hope', there is always hope. But non-conformity doesn't guarantee love.
What is love? It is just mere feeling? How is it possible that a feeling could evoke such extreme reaction? At one moment, it sends you heavenwards, through the clouds, to mingle with the stars and bath in the moonlight. And the next moment, you go through hell, heart rip out with red stingy tears.
9 years after "Before Sunrise", the director and the 2 actors decided to make a sequel, and so "Before Sunset" was born. In the movie, the 2 protagonists chanced upon each other in Paris 9 years after they first met. And walking through the Bohemian streets of Paris, they chatted and chatted, and love was reignited.
I wonder if, like the movie, I have to wait 9 years to continue this love. Is there such thing as "true love waits"?
As I wander through this land of nowhere, I wonder if this Chinese saying "Life as movie, movie as life" is true...
Last summer, I was backpacking in Easter Europe for 2 months; it was an intense and awesome experience. And in the unspoiled and edgy land of Romania, I met someone. We spent 3 intense days together, the day I had to leave was one of the hardest thing I have had to do. As my bus pulled away and seeing the person I 'love' slowly disappearing from my sight and the uncertainty of whether we would meet again, tore through my heart. In the movie, the 2 protagonists made a pack to meet again in a year's time, but one of them didn't turn up. Life is like a movie, after I left Romania and we started chatting on the net and things grew from mere infactuation to something more serious; promises were made, expectations were born. Instead of waiting 1 year, like the movie, I have only to wait 4 months. When the day got closer, the anxiety grew stronger. The days leading up to it, I felt the distance. Nothing like the physical distance that seperate us; but a distance that could not be cross with any boat, nor traverse through by any vehicle, nor reach by any plane; a distance that chill the heart and warm the cheeks. The date approached and he wasn't there...
Devastated? That is an understatement. I know well enough never to put expectation on a night of passion and a long distance relationship. But I've never been the one to conform and I try to believe that there is 'hope', there is always hope. But non-conformity doesn't guarantee love.
What is love? It is just mere feeling? How is it possible that a feeling could evoke such extreme reaction? At one moment, it sends you heavenwards, through the clouds, to mingle with the stars and bath in the moonlight. And the next moment, you go through hell, heart rip out with red stingy tears.
9 years after "Before Sunrise", the director and the 2 actors decided to make a sequel, and so "Before Sunset" was born. In the movie, the 2 protagonists chanced upon each other in Paris 9 years after they first met. And walking through the Bohemian streets of Paris, they chatted and chatted, and love was reignited.
I wonder if, like the movie, I have to wait 9 years to continue this love. Is there such thing as "true love waits"?
As I wander through this land of nowhere, I wonder if this Chinese saying "Life as movie, movie as life" is true...
Saturday 13 January 2007
wander to nowhere
I went home after 3 years of travelling and living abroad. Weeks leading up to my departure, I was anxious: what would it be like? how would I greet my parents? should I hug them and kiss them? I am sure they will not go for that. My western mind and my eastern heritage came into frequent conflict. I have forgotten how to behave "accordingly" in my own home.
How much can a person change in 3 years? I guess that depend on how badly that person wants to change. I was desperate for changes. I grew up wanting stability and seeking to belong but I was disappointed again and again until I learn to see that the only constant in life is 'change'. So change I did, so much so that I hardly recognise myself when I was home looking at myself through the eyes of my friends and family.
However, I love who I have become. I am contented with the structureless, unconforming life that I am carving for myself; the simplicity and intensity of living for today. I have learn to appreciate what I have and not dwell on what I have not. I have also learnt to appreciate my past, for it makes me who I am today.
I am by no means perfect nor complete, but life is a constant growth. Having an aim does not discount the essence of now. A journey is a spiritual quest and it is not so much about arriving but rather, to be at and to appreciate every moment of the journey.
So, arriving home with a contented outlook on my life, I was depressed by the frequently unhappy lives of those who are burdened by the need to live up to societal expectation, the conditioning that one cannot break away from the norm, that life has to be structured and uniform. That we have become human doing and not being. Day in and day out, we have forgotten to 'be' but constantly busied our lives with all the 'do's.
The familiarity of home had a strange flavour to it when the person itself is no longer who he was. I am no longer who I was. And therefore home is no longer a 'home' for me. The 3 years of nomadic life has shifted my sense of home from a fix geographical location, biological ties and old familiarity to a shifting reality.
And so the journey continue as I wander to nowhere...
How much can a person change in 3 years? I guess that depend on how badly that person wants to change. I was desperate for changes. I grew up wanting stability and seeking to belong but I was disappointed again and again until I learn to see that the only constant in life is 'change'. So change I did, so much so that I hardly recognise myself when I was home looking at myself through the eyes of my friends and family.
However, I love who I have become. I am contented with the structureless, unconforming life that I am carving for myself; the simplicity and intensity of living for today. I have learn to appreciate what I have and not dwell on what I have not. I have also learnt to appreciate my past, for it makes me who I am today.
I am by no means perfect nor complete, but life is a constant growth. Having an aim does not discount the essence of now. A journey is a spiritual quest and it is not so much about arriving but rather, to be at and to appreciate every moment of the journey.
So, arriving home with a contented outlook on my life, I was depressed by the frequently unhappy lives of those who are burdened by the need to live up to societal expectation, the conditioning that one cannot break away from the norm, that life has to be structured and uniform. That we have become human doing and not being. Day in and day out, we have forgotten to 'be' but constantly busied our lives with all the 'do's.
The familiarity of home had a strange flavour to it when the person itself is no longer who he was. I am no longer who I was. And therefore home is no longer a 'home' for me. The 3 years of nomadic life has shifted my sense of home from a fix geographical location, biological ties and old familiarity to a shifting reality.
And so the journey continue as I wander to nowhere...
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