Its exam season. Means no more party.. alot more study... everyones stressed.
And somehow.. its during this time that all the problems in the world crop up! ( oh for the real You-Got-Problem helpline :P)
Part of me believes that its cos ppl have too much free thinking time during this period.. where classes are scarce.. stuying time plenty.. but we dont study all the time.. spending half of the time stoning :P
This is just a short post to update the blog on whats going on.. Time is short... n somehow during this time the mood for studying evaporates :P
Guess ill have to grit my teeth n just push on
till the next post
that is all( i didnt forget noor l :)]
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Ponderings...
One of the most beautiful lines i have come across so far in my life is this
"religion is flawed..but only because man is flawed..all men"
Isnt this the most profoundd thing of life? It is not only religion that is flawed, it is all things. If we all could abide by this, truly understand that is it ok to be flawed, that is it ok to make mistakes, only if we learn form them,but to never expect to be 100% perfect, I believe that the world will be amuch better place. People living together,accepting each others flaws,expecting no one to be perfect, understaning that flaws are an innate,intimate,inherant part of what makes us human beings.
A personal belief from this author is that religion is a creation of man. Religion was brought about to explain to man the many things that man could not understand. Perhaps in the old days when why plants were green n why the sky is blue could not be understood, religion provided an explanation, God made it so.Perhaps religion was created to provide that check-and-balance system that is very much NECESSARY for the manitanence of a controlled environment.After all wasnt it once sai, that science without religion is blind,but religion without science is empty?
Science and religion co-exist. In this day and age, science can answer many of the past queries, but as we learn more, we only have more questions. Perhaps, the role of religion in this case is to control how much we learn for our own good. Like a mother controlling how much her young child knows of the world,preventing him from learning about things that are deemed unsuitable for his age, so to religion is protecting mankind,for science IS too young. There are somethings that science is simply to young to understand. Religion responds. It pleads for us to stop, to slow down, to appriceate the beauty of life, to smell the roses, to appriceate the blue sky, to listen to the rain, to look for answers within ourselves. The poem Miracles by Walt Whitman tells of these beautiful things.
WHY! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds—or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down—or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best—mechanics, boatmen,
farmers,
Or among the savans—or to the soiree—or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring—yet each distinct, and in its place.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that
concerns
them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships, with men
in
them,
What stranger miracles are there?
To me, religion is one of the essential things in life. Like food, clothes and shelter, so too relgion. It is needed, it is a basic comfort to human beings, it is one of those things that we need. WHat else can we cling to in times of despair? to whom do we turn too? Science provides no answers for this, Religion does. Having said that however, I am not a believer that we should regale to the dark ages. I merely say that science and religion are like subsets, of the main set of numericlas that is the human race. Neither can exist without the other, both exist so that both survive
"religion is flawed..but only because man is flawed..all men"
Isnt this the most profoundd thing of life? It is not only religion that is flawed, it is all things. If we all could abide by this, truly understand that is it ok to be flawed, that is it ok to make mistakes, only if we learn form them,but to never expect to be 100% perfect, I believe that the world will be amuch better place. People living together,accepting each others flaws,expecting no one to be perfect, understaning that flaws are an innate,intimate,inherant part of what makes us human beings.
A personal belief from this author is that religion is a creation of man. Religion was brought about to explain to man the many things that man could not understand. Perhaps in the old days when why plants were green n why the sky is blue could not be understood, religion provided an explanation, God made it so.Perhaps religion was created to provide that check-and-balance system that is very much NECESSARY for the manitanence of a controlled environment.After all wasnt it once sai, that science without religion is blind,but religion without science is empty?
Science and religion co-exist. In this day and age, science can answer many of the past queries, but as we learn more, we only have more questions. Perhaps, the role of religion in this case is to control how much we learn for our own good. Like a mother controlling how much her young child knows of the world,preventing him from learning about things that are deemed unsuitable for his age, so to religion is protecting mankind,for science IS too young. There are somethings that science is simply to young to understand. Religion responds. It pleads for us to stop, to slow down, to appriceate the beauty of life, to smell the roses, to appriceate the blue sky, to listen to the rain, to look for answers within ourselves. The poem Miracles by Walt Whitman tells of these beautiful things.
WHY! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love—or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds—or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down—or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best—mechanics, boatmen,
farmers,
Or among the savans—or to the soiree—or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring—yet each distinct, and in its place.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass—the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that
concerns
them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the ships, with men
in
them,
What stranger miracles are there?
To me, religion is one of the essential things in life. Like food, clothes and shelter, so too relgion. It is needed, it is a basic comfort to human beings, it is one of those things that we need. WHat else can we cling to in times of despair? to whom do we turn too? Science provides no answers for this, Religion does. Having said that however, I am not a believer that we should regale to the dark ages. I merely say that science and religion are like subsets, of the main set of numericlas that is the human race. Neither can exist without the other, both exist so that both survive
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