Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
meteoric...
My days at Whitewater, USA, has been meteoric. Never have that kind of meteoric feeling being felt before. So are the events, the episodes, the people and the experiences. So meteoric and without any attachment whatsoever. Just me, them, and the system. So why the anger? The process of `meteorization' is just like a lightning striking onto a tree. It is so focused that stops at and for nothing. So much of that feeling. As for the lightning, it is just the tree. Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa. Allahuakbar.
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