Spirit

Close your eyes. Now imagine a spirit. If you can, then that's not spirit. A spirit has no shape, has no size, has no color, has no weight, and does not occupy space.

Now, wouldn't that be a definition of "nothing?"

Yes. A spirit is nothing that can describe with what can be pictured. Spirit is immaterial, so it's best described with immaterial things.

Spirit knows and loves. Spirit produces ideas. Ideas such as knowing and loving. It's a perfect circle of descriptions and what's being described. Spirit understands and only spirit can understand what is a spirit.

You know what? I'm sleepy...

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The above is a result of mixing "Theology for Beginners" by F.J. Sheed, adios mf (a rather strong alcoholic drink), a glass of a really good wine, then another glass of dessert wine. Hmm... goooood.....
Woow... flying pink elephant . . . hmmmm... flowers. . . stars. . .
I think it's time for sangria now. . .
Cheers!
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flower

a flower waiting to bloom
can't wait to come too soon
alas 'tis not the season
there is no other reason

the flower can't wait and cry
it thought it'll surely die
then the summer wind comes by
wiping the flower's tears 'till dry

the summer wind stay a while
then fall knocks the leaves to a pile
come winter with a chily smile
it could even freeze the nile

the flower wait and wait
the pain of it seems too great

but suddenly. . . warmth comes about
sunlight emerges. . . breaking the cloud. . .
spring is here! the flower yells aloud
it's petals flourish with so much proud!

it is time, it is time!
for the flower to reach it's prime!

and so it is the end of this rhyme
i hope it rings you a little chime
that love. . . takes time

dry soil and prayer

Had an odd dream a couple of nights ago. I was at my house in Indonesia and a group of wedding people came knocking and asked if they can stay for a bit because it was raining. I said yes and let them in. It was really weird because for some reason, after they were in, they reminded me of how the bible said that the church was Jesus' bride. At a point, I had a feeling the father was father God. He was too relax for a father God though cause I remember he was wearing short pants.

The father asked me whether I pray. I told him not so much and asked him why. He then answered me that not praying is like soil that never get watered. It dries up.

Odd because
1. Why a group of wedding running outside to my home while it's raining
2. Why would a father wear shorts to a wedding
3. Why are you still reading this pointless rambling?

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