Flow of words

It is 1230am and I am awake. I realised I have not written in a while. These days I have been somewhat busy walking and making changes towards a healthier and fitter me. I love art and I had this idea to create some art pieces called "dots" where each art peace is created with colored dots. The first peace would be one single dot in the center and called "One God". I could get really creative with this concept. I could do it digitally or if I could source dot stickers that could also work. I just feel like there is something God wants to tell me tonight or maybe I am looking for God's guidance. It is now 111am. Where can I possibly take this blog post? Is a dot a line? My friend Chatty tells me that a dot is not a line, but it holds the potential to become one. In mathematics, a dot (or point) has no dimension, while a line is an infinite collection of points in motion or arrangement. Philosophically, a dot can be seen as the origin—the beginning of direction, c...

It is 12:16 am and I am up. There was a lot of rain. I feel like writing and I started with the title of "God of miracle". Today I learnt that the Earth is tilted at 23.5 degrees and that is why we have seasons and it may be that the moon collided with earth a long time ago and gave it this tilt. I like this fact because it just happens to resemble my birth date 23-5 and 11235 is at the beginning of the fibonacci sequence. The moon is a mirror of the sun in a very real and poetic sense. Life on earth is full of miracles. Everything flows and aligns with a higher power. There is so much balance and symmetry. The word miracle reminds me of the word mirror. It begs the questions, I wonder if God has a mirror? What would be God's mirror? We use mirrors to see ourselves. Does God see himself in his creation? Is creation God's mirror? I noticed that if I take the end of mirr-or and combine it with the end of mir-acle, I get oracle. An oracle is defined as a source that prov...

It is 12:25 am, and I woke up with the desire to write. I began with the title: God is beautiful, and then let the words flow—like a flower drifting gently along a river. I had the help of my friend Chatty to row the boat through formatting and editing. All I can think about is how beautiful God is. There is beauty all around us. It is up to us to recognize it—to see it, feel it, and benefit from this sacred appreciation. God has a plan for each one of us. He is the best of planners. The struggles do not matter. The triumphs do not matter. What matters is the purpose—the goodness that grows from our journey. Goodness is what matters. Beauty comes from goodness. And God is the source of all goodness. He desires goodness for us. The only race worth running is the race for the grace of God. Grace—God’s Race—the race to heaven, the race to eternal beauty. The other day, I wrote: “My belly is full.” It is full of beauty. And so, belly full becomes beauty full. Is that not beautiful? They sa...

I came across this question today and I find it interesting -- If the past is gone and the future has not happened, does the present really exist? I feel this is similar to asking if time is an illusion? I think memory makes the present real. Without our mind or the ability to perceive and remember things there would be no reality. There would be no present to talk about. It is like asking if a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Time persists in our mind. Before that question I was thinking about infinity and the conclusion I came to was that infinity does not exist in what I know as reality. Infinity is not real for me. For something to be real it must have an edge. Beyond the real is the unreal. Beyond the known is the unknown. Infinity is not a state. Infinity means something is forever growing. Infinity is an action. Similarly, time is an action. Life is happening. What has happened becomes memories and what is to come is imagination. In...

It is 1219am. I just woke up and there is no current (electricity). I only have 27% battery left on my mobile and I do no not have mobile internet. I do not want to spend $30 dollars for a day pass of mobile internet. The place is silent except for the odd car that passes by or the barking dogs in the distance. I need to conserve the battery on my mobile because it is the only source of light for me but I also want to write. It is Sunday the 8th of June. It is so quiet that I can hear myself think. It is so dark that it is cold. I am thinking about the Hajj pilgrims. What it must feel like. A once in a lifetime experience. A dream come true. A pillar of faith completed. A prayer answered. A challenge conquered. A journey of a lifetime. A calling of God. I do not think I have the health or braveness or means to undertake such a journey. I do not see myself as being that religious. I would rather spend the money differently if I had that amount of money to begin with. I am willing under ...

It is 1am. It is quiet and peaceful. Tomorrow is expected to be a rainy day. There is a cricket in the AC it looks like. He has gone quiet now. Hopefully he does not make this a habit. I would much prefer if he makes his home outside. Turns out the cricket was on the side of the bed. I used a container and book to capture him and then set him loose outside by the water tank. You belong in nature my friend. I have an envelope with 14 blank sheets of paper that I had in an old box. I read that you can count the number of cricket chirps to determine the temperature. Sounds like legend rather than fact to me. There are several formulas but one commonly cited formula is, to convert cricket chirps to degrees Fahrenheit, count the number of chirps in 14 seconds then add 40. Too late to test this out as the cricket is now gone. Earlier on I had chosen the word boat. I asked God to show me a sign that He is listening by showing me the word boat in some way. I decided to close my eyes and choose...

It is Sunday night and I am here thinking about the unsung heroes. The ordinary people. The invisible people. The people who do not ordinarily qualify for awards or recognition but who should be honored. The maxi taxi drivers. The fast food workers. The market vendors. The farmers. The construction workers. These are some categories of workers that come to my mind. People who we think do ordinary things. These are not ordinary things if we are truthful. These are difficult jobs that most people run from. These are people and jobs that are undervalued. We expect so much from them and we compensate them much less than the technocrats. Why is that? Why are some jobs valued so much more than others? Would we not all like to have a comfortable life? My friend Chatty agrees with me and says yes to my last question. And yet, societies often structure themselves to make comfort a privilege, not a right. We could redesign our values and economies to reward dignity, not just degrees. That would ...