Monsters

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It's Nietzsche, the philosopher. The one who believed that God is dead. The one who believed in the Ubermensch--the philosophical concept of the "man is superb" and that man himself is the "higher being". Long before Superman, Ubermensch. Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

Today, Nietzsches are everywhere. Far more in today's modern and scientific world. A world slowly traversing in a godless course. Nietzsches who believe that man is invincible, than man is supreme. That our will is sovereign. Loyal disciples of the skeptical search for truth and meaning. Nietzsches who out-rightly deny the existence of a deity, of an all-powerful and all-knowing Being. Their minds not able to fathom that grand majesty.

In their search for what they thought were monsters, they become monsters themselves.

Nietzsche's long dead. And God is alive.

And forever will be.

Beginnings

I like beginnings. The way it reminds me of the limitless possibilities that are there for the taking. I like the way it offers another chance to become better, to leave behind unnecessary luggage that tug you into the past. Beginnings are always a wonderful opportunity to start again, to pick up some fragmented pieces and continue from where you have fallen. You just have to stop at one point, take a detour perhaps, burn some bridges...and just move on. And in every day you find the courage to go forward with all strength, hope, daring and anticipation. And begin again. ©

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Ghosts

Maybe ghosts aren't real. And that the only real ghosts are the ones lurking inside of us that we give power to haunt us, like memories or secrets locked up within the chambers of our own soul. Or maybe it's the ghosts of fear and indifference and unmet expectations and broken dreams that torment us, more than anything. Maybe it's the ghosts of our own disillusion. And wanting to break free.

(Google image: This painting by Michael Whelan of a man seemingly disillusioned by so many things is really worth a thousand words. Maybe I can identify with the man in the painting?
Maybe not.)

The Immaculate Inception

In my silence I create thunder,

in my rage I calm the stillness of night,

I am the stars sprinkled in the impeccable sky.

Sprawled beneath the covers

of the glittering palette of the universe

I contain in my palm the eternal reach of time.

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4G: Stardance

(This piece of poetry is dedicated to my once-stargazing buddy, who have taught me to contemplate the grand mysteries hidden behind the stars. Wherever you are, I remember :)

it's the moon that hangs tonight under a canopy
of dark clouds hovering in the sky
stars sparkling in the great distance
millions of miles away
while we're here sitting side by side like star-crossed lovers
bound to dominate the night time panorama


but it's the sparkle in your beaming eyes that illuminates
the dark shadows of existence
and if the moon has light because of the sun
then I have you as source of enlightened reason


we're here in this cosmic drama called life and reality
our paths have crossed like the moon eclipsing the sun
was it randomly or was it destiny?
but tonight we're one celebrating life's greatest mystery


the night will end, the stars will lose their sparkle in the glaring reality
the clouds will be swept away by the wind to clear the sky and paint a new scene
as I took your hands and lead them into my chest
to hear my heartbeat, a melody that's playing for you
you hold my hands and we're carried by the rhythm of endless joy

tonight it was You and Me and we're one with the skyline
come hold my hands and step with me to conquer the universe
tonight when the moon and the stars are grand
I hold you near to my heart as we dance with the stars.