solitary insanity

I must not, though bound to

At least, lingered and played

Secondly it went all through

Wish it would stayed

But like the wind that was so swift

Its toll was an extremely loud heap

Everything was all blown

Until I am dragged to being alone

Again, alone

Sanity tried playing again

Staring into nothingness

But then again...

Was gazed reluctantly

Complete mess

So, can anyone please tell me?

Illuminate my thoughtlessness

Loudly see

Normal usual state no more

As it ran hurriedly

Banter and ramblings

Stayed heavily

I, again felt like a stone

Solitary...alone

Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint Luke 16:19-31.

Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint Luke 16:19-31. 

Jesus said to the Pharisees: "There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen and dined sumptuously each day. 

And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man's table. Dogs even used to come and lick his sores. 

When the poor man died, he was carried away by angels to the bosom of Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried, and from the netherworld, where he was in torment, he raised his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus at his side.

And he cried out, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me. Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am suffering torment in these flames.' 

Abraham replied, 'My child, remember that you received what was good during your lifetime while Lazarus likewise received what was bad; but now he is comforted here, whereas you are tormented. Moreover, between us and you a great chasm is established to prevent anyone from crossing who might wish to go from our side to yours or from your side to ours.'

He said, 'Then I beg you, father, send him to my father's house, for I have five brothers, so that he may warn them, lest they too come to this place of torment.'  But Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the prophets. Let them listen to them.' 

He said, 'Oh no, father Abraham, but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.' Then Abraham said, 'If they will not listen to Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded if someone should rise from the dead.'"

Panaghoy ng salat sa yaman

Panaghoy ng salat sa yaman

Diyos ka ba?

Para kasing iisa...

Diyablo marahil

Sa talim ng ‘yong pangil

Batid ko ang ‘yong kapangyarihan

‘di nasusukat ninoman

Ang mabubuti, sumasama

Nagmimistulang pariwara

Kulang ay napupunan

Nalalasap ang kaginhawaan

Basta’t ikaw ang kaharap

Marinig sa pangungusap

Lahat ay tila nsasa alapaap

Mata’y kumikislap

Buhay sandaling sumasarap

Puso’t utak napaghihiwalay mo

Moralidad inaabuso

Katinuan nababago

Nalulupo, nawawasak, na-aabo

Mahirap ipaliwanag

Ng kaisipang hungkag

Batas minsa’y nilalabag

Kay lupit ng lagabag

Realasyon, koneksyon, kahit emosyon

Sa sobrang pagkapit nawawala sa alon

Timon ng buhay kapagkaraka

Patay ka

Bukas makalawa

Tagumpay, mabuhay ang brilyo ng SALAPI

Lahat maa-ari, maa-angkin, magagapi

Itinakdang aral, lahat ay nabali

Creativity – Myths and Legends

A lot of myths surround creativity. Artists never really talk about it. They talk about “the work” and they talk about what they are doing, but they rarely talk about creativity in the abstract. There are, however, some basic general principles:

Nothing comes from nothing. We are always starting from somewhere, the stuff in our heads, the existing marketplace; the history we all remember, the materials in front of us. There are no blank spaces in our heads and even the blank paper in front of us is a certain size and texture and absorbency that will limit what we can do with it. There

are always initial conditions.

Metamorphosis is unstoppable. All complex dynamic systems are spontaneously creative. If you leave a complex dynamic system alone and do nothing to it, it will change anyway. Leave your garden alone and it will gradually turn into a forest. Leave your car alone and it will gradually fall apart. Leave your people alone and they will come up with something.

Creativity is a boundary phenomenon. Creativity happens on the edges of things, on the margins of an ecosystem, on the surface of a membrane, where a theory meets a fact, where a person meets their needs. Without boundaries to define it, there is no creative territory.

The creative process is fundamentally the same whether you are trying to write a new book or to develop a new theory of subatomic physics. Eventually you find yourself at the edge of what you have mastered; at the boundary of what comes easily, and yet your imagination has offered you a glimpse of another possibility. This other possibility will be rooted in what you know and what has been done elsewhere and it will be fragmentary: a misty vision, not clear, not complete. The gap between where you are and what is known, and what you can glimpse, in moments, in your imagination, becomes more and more difficult to endure. When this tension begins to be felt, you are usually heading in the right direction to be creative and original.