Travel To The Birth Of Our Universe

Travel To The Birth Of Our Universe

Riding swiftly on the back of my mind to the “big bang”, the moment of the birth of our Universe, I surmise that there must be something eternal, be already there, otherwise how could it ever trigger the explosion when nothing, no God existed before? But then how come what is eternal into existence? I am aghast.

And I thought of Stephen Hawking. What would he say?

April 2014  

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Unconscious Of Their Virtue

Unconscious  Of Their Virtue

Those that are unconscious of their goodness, are really good. They are unspoiled. It might also be said about loyalty, daring, modesty, ability, ...

And I thought of dogs who never, ever care to win a prize for their faithfulness, loyalty as Hachiko who still waited years for its master after its master’s death or to be rewarded with the medal of honor for its courage as the golden retriever Daisy saving 967 lives after the plane hit the world trade center or as a squirrel that is unconscious of its extraordinary ability to run, jump, climb in trees.

April 2014 

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What A Revelation

What A Revelation

I watched intently. Who is that man playing Wawringka in the tennis semi final in Monte Carlo recently? And I guess to my surprise that he must be Jesus, not Ferrer. What a revelation. Ha. Ha.

So e mailed Opa Johan his sons and daughters.

Then one of his sons e mailed:

Sure, dad. Jesus could play tennis, badminton, angklung, visit the disco. He certainly could play, laugh, enjoy, love, suffer, cry, feel, ... as we feel, live.

April 2014

 

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How Can I Ever Be Anonymous?

How Can I Ever Be Anonymous?

It’s the beautiful thought that matters. I don’t care if people do not know my name. People will always remember me,  the anonymous person who said it. Unless I want, need to earn some money. But how can I ever be anonymous? Should I write on walls, packing paper, trees, gas balloons, without my name, ... not in the internet, not in news papers, books, ...?

How I wish I just could say “thank you” on someone’s blog, post I love, like, enjoy, without revealing my e mail, my identity, like a voice from heaven, like a kiss of gratitude.

April 2014 

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Only After A Thousand Years

Only After A Thousand Years

Then, people would say:

That fool Chew, he never could write a scientific report, book, yet, he is almost the only one who had common sense and warned the world that the human species is the greatest threat, harm, worse than a plague of pests. A thought so true, so simple as that, but no one would ever care to hear him.

But those big shots are fools. They have no thoughts except what’s taught them, and they discussed, have seminars, congresses, Kyoto Protocol, climate change, the greenhouse effect, pollution, saving energy, population growth, earth hour, ozone depletion, ...,  so far fetched, they themselves have no clear idea how to save the world, they don’t really care about this.

But only after a thousand years, so people  would say.

April 2014 

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