Survival of the Gold Promise

Since the creation of the Gold Promise,

there have been many waves.

Waves that have attempted to wash away,

erase the promise that we've written in the sand.

But the Gold Promise isn't made of sand.

It's as indestructible as we are.

it will be followed till death.

[or rather it will follow till death]

Hopefully it'll succeed either to leave a legacy,

or fail to fade away,

and become a legacy itself.

Humanity knows how vulnerable they are.

How big the mountains,

how deep the oceans,

how far the sun

and how close the opportunity of death.

But don't give up,

I alone, can't do this thing.

Even though we're so small,

the universe so big,

we were made for it.

[or rather it was made for us]

Fate can look grim,

but it can't be that bad

for its only the product of imagination.

Fate doesn't exist

...all that exists is what exists now.

So don't give up,

we still got a ways to go...

And that ways to go,

it can only be accomplished in the now.

Don't give up,

For the Sake of Humanity

and for the achievement of the Gold Promise.

Remember the present

and these rewards of life,

and this universe,

and these dreams...

~{R}~

Thought Viruses

I picked this book up from the library a while ago.

I'll have some past due charges to pay when I return it.

It was good though, I think it'll help me in my journey.

My subconcious has the knowledge now,

hopefully it'll be used to the fullest extent.

The bottom line lies in your thinking.

How coherent are your thoughts?

you know its a shame to be your own demise

Berserk

This is what I've been preoccupied with.

But I finally caught up with the rest of the world regarding this manga.

Can you believe they're gonna make me wait until next September for the next chapter?

Anyways, its been one heck of a reading.

One thing that I like especially about manga and anime is that sometimes you'll  stumble upon some deep epiphany or realization. I also watched the Watchmen yesterday.

Things as so get you thinking.

You gotta love it...thinking.

So as for Berserk, I don't recommend it for young children, or for the weak in stomach, or for those that haven't already been exposed to humanity's greatest horrors and lusts.

Or rather I do recommend it...but only for those that are ready.

It can get pretty rough.

As for blogging, and the Philosopher King...

well, I'll be getting back to my duties now.

I've forgotten that they can have much delight in store.

old ambitions, new limitations

there's a lot of things I could have named this post,
but I think that this one fits well.

I've been pretty busy lately,
and when I'm not, I've been hooked on Berserk the manga.

In the car I've been reading Thought Viruses,
finished today but only because I've been in the car so much.

I wish I had some real time.
So sorry, my fellow bloggers.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll come back to my senses and return to blogging,

THE RIGHT WAY

Some Life

From July 6th to July 10th I was at something my church calls Kids Kamp.

Last year I didn't know what to expect, but it was a great escape from a troubled mind.

This year though it was no escape, what it was, was a wonderful experience.

The picture above is simply a small sample of what really went on.

The week was very touching

I was a co-counselor.

Counselor Benji Pacheco:

My children were 3rd and 4th graders.

They were wonderful.

Really got me with all their innocence.

It was great keeping them alive.

I love that kind of responsibility.

Here they go:

And on top of having a great time with the kids,

and old love appeared, nearly unexpectantly.

That experience was both good and bad,

but in the end, things always work out.

So today I say "for the sake of the kids",

and "for the sake of my love and the love of others":

We can't give up.

Things can change.

People do grow up,

and others can.

Life is about the maintenance of life.

There's gotta be a balance.

And you gotta know what your doing.

Good luck, cause we all need some of it sometimes.

I wish I could say more, by I truly can't.

This experience, can it be put in words?

!!!

~{R}~

Smorgan

Once Upon A Time

I was a bad little boy...

Of course I look innocent...but that's what kept me alive, haha...

Anyways, this post was supposed to be about questions I asked my parents when I was younger, but I couldn't come up with any.


So Shardhana suggested that I simply write about a childhood memory.

That boy, with the short, straight hair, and the extra excess body fat is, sadly admitted, me, and he liked to play with fire.



Well, one day he was looking for things to burn, and knowing that plastic melted very nicely, he decided to light a bag of cans on fire hoping that whoever discovered it would simply find a neat pile of cans. As the story goes on, we find our boy going back into the house thinking he had just done something clever. Not too long after this his mother called him into her room. He sat at the foot of the bed as usual and took what his mom had for him. In this instance, it was an article of mail to be run across the street to the mail box. He left the front porch without fire on his mind but a big red fire truck was all he saw. Everything went casually until the truth was revealed later that evening; his family was in the living room and were talking about the event. Had they already known? To this day I still wonder, but in that living room, a willing confession was admitted.

Don't play with fire my friends,

The truth will set you free,
but what is freedom but another bondage?

but perhaps if you do play with fire...
Do so with the knowledge that it is contagious and the air we breath is flammable.

p.s. my hair curled as I got older...that's genetics for you
p.p.s my intellect also curled, you can thank humanity for that
p.p.p.s and oh yeah...next week I'm going to Kids Kamp to watch little kids be little kids
It's gonna be good.
p.p.p.p.s. when I thought of writing this post I think I had more envisioned...hopefully I didn't forget to much