If you build houses
Go where there is homelessness.
If you are a healer
Go where there is illness.
If you can teach
Go where there is ignorance.
If you can preach
Go where there is immorality.
If you can lead
Go where there is indiscipline.
If you can sing
Go where there is despair.
If you are rich
Go where people are weak.
If you build bridges
Go where the rivers are.
If you write
Go where there is no truth.
(a repost from 2013)
You may have read the story of a man named Wuor Arop, the lone survivor of a plane crash in South Sudan that killed all 37 aboard. Apparently the only other survivor is a 13-month old baby not related to Arop whom he cradled in his arms during the crash. Somehow, it makes sense to me that the baby survived because it is innocent but for the man there may have been some intervention – some karma involved. There is definitely some higher authority in this universe.
According to some atheists blogs I read (Makagatu & co), they claim that “no one is self sacrificing unless he is going to benefit from it.” So in this case, I want to ask the atheists what benefit was Arop thinking of when he cradled the baby. The truth is the act, before impact, of protecting the baby was an instinct. He had no intention of benefiting from anything whatsoever. He knew he was going to die but he put his self-preserving instinct on hold and thought to himself, “let me attempt to protect this baby” and they both survived. His friend who sat beside died also.
Of course he may not be a good man and we cannot say this god or that god saved him, but in those critical moments only our good deeds can save us. His momentary act of goodness has saved him for now. If there were no religions or all religions were corrupted there will still be moral men because morality is something innate. Failure of religion is not an excuse to lead an immoral lifestyle. Please Mr. Atheist don’t tell me you don’t have a religion so you don’t know what is good from bad. You’ve got to be kidding me! Faulty moral judgments don’t affect anything but us.
There were those who never found love, my darling,
Who opposed our union and pronounced every evil wish,
One after another – upon us.
But O my, we would laugh.
It all adds up to the madness of love.
The smile in your face wakes me
From life’s terrible nightmares.
Your voice and touch, so gentle but electrifying.
We would hold each other tight – laughter and whispers.
In the morning we will sit by the sea – half nude.
And watch the passing flock of swans across the yellow glowing sun.
We would drink cheap wine to celebrate our new found love.
Those who are still sane and therefore single,
They will be consumed by their narcissism.
Love puts a check on self-love.
I pray brethren.
Do not be conformed to this fallen world.
But be ye transformed by the renewal of your minds.
Wherefore many years ago there was a great spark.
Which brought forth life from the non-living.
This spark, the burning flame, we call life –
It belongs to an owner.
Tortoises and snails from stones, and serpents from reeds.
And from leaves, came flying creatures.
Unless one sees oneself as an integral part of the whole
One can never find meaning.
Despair in something is better than belief in nothing.
For with the former, there is always a destination and
Something from which the conscious self can seek repose.
Be ye, therefore, submissive brethren, to your inner selves –
To your owner – one who is and knows all but cannot be known.
What is in oneself, indeed, is greater than what is in this world.
(Originally written in 2014.)