Ingratitude

It has been a while since I read the Bible for the last time... and I mean a while. For someone like me, who has dedicated at least one thought a day to the spiritual world, is rare, almost suicidal.
I came to this cite from 2 Timothy 3:2 New American Standard Bible (© 1995) "For men will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, revilers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy," only by google it. It has been hard to understand how money has take the best out of us. When it is not the lack of it, is the excess of it, but it spoilers it all.
I find ingratitude an expression of the most low human kind. yet I also think we are all ingrates in a certain point. Big or small, direct or unconscious, we all fall in to it.
Then I read this "There is too little good in the world for us to indulge in ingratitude." I guess everybody has the choice. I am trying hard not to be an ingrate, as I see others playing it so graciously and purposeful, I wonder where I got lost, where I put the life of others before mine, where did I choose sacrificing to help all the way to see success in 'thy selfish neighbor" I just don't know.
I am not the fairy in the tale either, by taking care of others I have been an ingrate to myself, and when turning to myself I have neglected others, who directly depend on me, there is no way out of it, it's like walking in the razor's edge, the balance it's so thin, I can hardly move
Though I am looking for inspiration. That is the way I was raised... by whom I was raised. It's time to pay back.
I enjoyed Ismar Schorsh by his reflections of ingratitude. Particularly when he said ""Never throw a stone into a well from which you have drunk" (Bemidbar Rabba 22:4). Let not the pain of a recent injustice obliterate the memory of an earlier gesture of compassion."
I think I am far from where I was, but I was far from it when I thought I was in it... just by being alone.. I guess I wanted to belive in people, I am getting older.

The Universe that refused to dream

I was alone, rare thing... Then I saw it, a tingling shy star far in the distance....
And I saw it and I thought about me.. I remember someone saying than the light we see today is a far old light, that we and the stars are simply not at the same page, not at the same speed and that all we can see today was shinned away, way back before we were even here....
And then I had an idea.. a selfish one... what if this particular star, who, by any chance is been observed by me and by me only, would have second guessing on whether to shine or not....
I am nothing but a Universe who's resisting to expand, to change, to even dream.... that's me right here right now....

10 years ago....

I saw him.. ten years later, and I remembered everything by peaces... like time never passed by...
I felt like a dog chasing its tale in front of him, and I realize that no, I didn't have any question...
I thought I did, but I didn't... nothing was relevant anymore....
Although he was a very old man he remain gentile like a child, giving me time to think, to articulate my feelings... he pretended he was looking for a page in his book....
I have never seen such grace in anyone, ever in my life, this was the son of a king, the greatest king of all....

nada nuevo

Noticias malas, todas las que leo....
Quisiera leer algo bueno, como una vacuna universal contra el cancer, un viaje a Marte de Ilustracion academica, la paz en medio oriente, largas listas de eatupidos renunciando al poder... Quisiera leer que alguien encontro un nuevo rollo que explique que la religion no es exclusiva de tal o cual grupo y que tu cerebro se hizo para pensar... Quisiera que inventaran un aparato para ver el alma

Arte nipon

Ahora que Japón sufre, los restos de un terrible temblor, un maremoto, el peligro constante de la exposición a la radiación, y la amenaza nuclear, es que siento particularmente nostálgica al arte que con tal gallardía portan, producen e inspiran.

Mi apoyo moral a esa pequeña isla poblada por gigantes....

Sirvan mis lineas de plegaria...........

Redes sociales

Dicen que conectan....

Pero la gente pierde la capacidad de escuchar con la velocidad del cibernauta mas habilidoso.

Dicen que comunican....

Pero cada vez los medios oficiales de comunicación pierden mas veracidad, lo que hace a la fuente mas popular la única fuente... ningún monopolio es bueno.

Dicen que facilitan los tiempos...

Pero cada vez nos seducen mas con el tiempo virtual y nos dejan menos tempo real.

Parallel Universe

Do you believe in the power of one's mind?

Do you believe in the power of one's will?

Do you believe in the power of one's words?

It's beyond and above that...

Because when you went away, you did.

So you decided to come back, and you think you did.

And when I asked you to leave, you didn't... but I did.

There is a whole different life within my mind...

a whole different world in my head...

and some days more then others, I can even smell the proximity

of my parallel universe...

Yes, you think I am here, and you think I talk nonsense... little do you know...

And everyday I carry on with the designated roll... But.... little do you all know.

I made it, I live within, I love within and there is joy and life over there.

It's so much alive that it has sorrow as well.

Sometimes both collide, and I can see things that doesn't belong here or there

I guess madness comes when the fracture leaks.....

I forgot how to miss you, I forgot how to love you

I more in touch with that reality that is not real.....

but what is real? What is real beyond our registers of reality?...

I can log in and out at free will..... but most of the time anxiety is the trigger.....

deception took me to this weird road.....

and nowadays I cannot but walk it....

So silence was a requirement back then, but nobody said anything about lying....

On the other hand, Wasn't she your parallel universe?

I am no better than you.....

I went away..... and not even my body fit the suitcase.......

No luggage needed.....

No grudges left behind.....

I am not angry anymore.......

But don't feel so flattered...

there are no guts in this matter...

I am hollow..... empty like a broken vessel...

I understood the secret of the worm hole.....

and I conquered the parallel universe....

and guess what....

you don't fit there.