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Letter from Australia

This is a weekly update from Australia, written by a person who has a tendency to ramble (one of the main features of bloggers, maybe?). Inspired by the one and only Alistair Cooke, recently departed in April 2004, age 95.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Random Philosophies


Relativism can be argued as an enemy of morals, though perhaps it could be better described as an oxymoron in disguise. After all, how would one consider a person who holds steadfastly to relativism as a value?

Internalisation is the adoptation of an external standard as one's own. Let the reader be aware of this principle, and no longer be led astray by prophets of self-identity. The danger lies in the premise that values are separate from the self. It sounds logical, yet a fundamental step that must take place is the recognition of one's prior acceptance and internalisation of the value i.e. I have ownership of this value. Then and only then can a divorce, amicable or otherwise, ensue. Consequently, one would require a new value as a substitute; the self would suffer a loss of identity without it. One cannot let go without holding onto something else; the abyss would consume one otherwise.
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Saturday, January 22, 2005

How long is time away before it's too long?
How strong is opinion forced before it's too strong?
I don't need much; no I don't need too much
But that don't mean you turn stingy and mean

Just know that at times I need you
At others I miss you
Just as often I'm fine just hanging here
So don't go overboard with longing or fear
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Saturday, January 15, 2005

When you have writers' block
Look not at the clock;
Tend to your flock

When you feel down and out
You can wander aimlessly about;
Or on lesser man's behalf to higher powers shout

When you feel you've been betrayed
And regret having your temper frayed
Stop and recall the last time you've prayed

When you feel out of touch
And that life's getting a bit much
Go window-shopping at Cards & Such!
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Sunday, January 09, 2005

Over the New Year, my mind was pondering over, of all things, funerals. At the time of writing, it wouldn't appear as strange or as morbid as it may seem to readers; the passing of a momentous shift in tetonic plates in the seabeds of Asia caused an earthquake measuring about 8.9 on the Richter scale.

Yet it turned out that the earthquake per se did not cause much of the damage to the world's most populous continent; tidal waves or tsunami, to borrow the Japanese term, enamated from the epicentre of the quake off the west coast of the Indonesian island of Sumatra. These much-revered phenomena slowed down in velocity as they approached the coasts of Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia, India, Sri Lanka, and even places as far as the Maldives and Somalia in East Africa, reared their crested heads about ten metres in height, and crashed down on the largely ill-prepared inhabitants who either had been living off the ocean much of their lives or who wanted to experience coastal life as tourists.

The physical damage that ensued is estimated at several million dollars, although authorities are in no way ready to provide a more definite figure. The loss of human life is currently at over 125 thousand. The event has sparked outpouring of grief from places far removed from Asia; in Europe, the Swedish government has declared three days of mourning for the loss of about 50 of its citizens, who were on vacation in the affected areas. Indonesia's death toll stands at 80 thousand and rising. This beloved island is still waiting on the fates of 29 of its children - much has been said of having New Years' Eve celebrations during this time of trouble; perhaps no more needs to be said regarding an event that has become passe in the lives of Singaporeans.

It has been said that funerals are a celebration of life. While this may be so in some cases, in the light of recent tragic events, perhaps an alternative view may sit better with readers. There is much that has been said about death, and one's relationship with it/him/her. Funerals serve no practical purpose to the physical well-being of the deceased, no offense meant to anyone who believes otherwise. Which leads the author to conclude that funerals are in fact for the living, if nothing else, to remember the deceased.

What remains a mystery is the frequency in which one forgets another in times of relative calm. In these times, it is easy assume that life and death are bipolar opposites rather than elements of a process. By the same token, life and existence are too easily mistaken as elements in the biological process, as opposed to being two extreme states of social and civic consciousness. In days to come, more than 125 thousand people will be remembered by those who are left behind. Celebration is purely optional. What happens when the party is over?

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Saturday, January 01, 2005

The Return

Talk is so cheap
Rhetoric, just as dear
Money's to be made everywhere
Open your eyes and dispel your fear

You already know what work
and what doesn't for you
Listen to others' counsel
But the final task is yours to do

Regard others in truth
But also love yourself
Worry not about the future
For within you is real wealth

Life is full of trivial pursuits
Dispense with them fast
Seize the memorable times
Lengthen them; make them last

True sustenance that inspires
For a lifetime, is made
Of fleeting seconds
Never let them fade

The return to hustle and bustle
Is impending but in a while
Cherish the last quiet moment
Stow the memories in your organic file

posted by T  # 10:27 PM (0) comments

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