good evening to you riri (- -,)v
kapag ako ay nalasahan
hinding hindi mapipigilan
nalilimutan ko ang ichura ko
…oh chikito, chikito
It seems to me quite reasonable to think that the death of the fly is entirely insignificant and that it is at the same time a kind of catastrophe. To entertain such contradictions is always uncomfortable, but in this case the dissonance echoes far and wide, bouncing off countless other decisions about what to buy, what to eat – what to kill; highlighting the inconsistencies in our philosophies, our attempts to make sense of our place in the world and our relations to our co‑inhabitants on Earth. The reality is that we do not know what to think about death: not that of a fly, or of a dog or a pig, or of ourselves.
That tadpoles are fodder for pond-life is as natural as the leaves falling on the water in autumn; that flies get squidged is as ordinary as apples rotting in the orchard. One’s own death, on the other hand, seems most unnatural. It seems rather an error and an outrage; a cosmic crime; a reason to raise one’s fist and rebel against the regime that ordered this slaughter of innocents… But here we are – guests at the party of life and death. We know we must exit along with the flies and the tadpoles. But we would rather not think about it.
We cannot do away with death without doing away with life."
Philosopher Stephen Cave, author of Immortality: The Quest to Live Forever and How It Drives Civilization, echoes Alan Watts in a beautiful essay on death in Aeon Magazine.
Or, as C.S. Lewis put it, “Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.”(via explore-blog)
hehehe ang dami ko na palang posts sa lamang utak hashtag ko yet they barely get notes. ok lang nakakaaliw i-back read ang sensible and stupid posts ko way back 2010-2011.
While sitting inside a famous coffee house in the metro, I saw a man at the register buying coffee. His clothes are tattered and it looks like that the coffee he’s going to purchase is not his rather to someone whom he works for.
I realised that he is as real as he is. He does not need to pretend who he is in front of the society and the people around him- in that case, the expensive coffee house. He does not need to please and carried on to his task. It made him admirable in my eyes.
The baristas serving him treated him as a normal customer. While most of us might think that “because he is a customer,” I feel that there is a deeper situation behind it: not all baristas are at the top of the society and some might be experiencing the same situation as that man, and treating him in a manner that is the same to all customers is a sign that in our society we need to look beyond what our eyes see.
…then I felt that I need to be more like him.