Sunday, July 6, 2014


A thousand lives I lived
A thousand deaths I died
A thousand masks I shed
A thousand paths I tried

Yet the tunnel goes on
With no promise of a sunrise
Stripping me off all feelings
In the quest of a fictional prize

Thursday, November 13, 2008


At its best, religion is the baby's cry of the undeveloped mind; its emotion-driven attempt at righting the world's injustices at a whiff of wishful thinking....

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


I remember when I was about 10 years old, me and a group of my friends held the belief that thistledown is conscious, and that the seed in the middle of it is actually a tiny brain. We also believed that there's a secret name which, if you call the thistledown by, will make it fly into your hand. I remember us running after the thistledown in the street, each yelling the name he or she recently learned from our all-knowing parents, and the smile on the face of whoever was lucky enough to be facing the slight breeze which none of us could feel. Each time we thought we figured out the name, only to be disappointed a couple of hours or a couple of days later. We'd go back home, thinking of what possibly could have gone wrong: "I'm sure that's what dad told me to call it, he couldn't be wrong....maybe I need to say it louder, or slower, or maybe there's some other thing I need to do that he forgot to tell me about...". As time passed by, we grew out of our weird belief and in retrospect, each of us smiles at our childishly naive thoughts....

It's funny how many people never grow out of their own naive beliefs, and spend their lives chasing a non-existent secret....

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Oh how I wished to be able to shield those that are close to me from all the pain, the suffering, and sometimes the knowledge this hideous life can throw at them, and how miserably I failed. In the end, I find myself left only with what I can actually offer: My utmost love, care, remorse, and hope that I can help heal the wounds I couldn't prevent in the first place....

Wednesday, April 30, 2008


Is there any difference between a perfect machine with just a tiny flaw that cannot be corrected and a completely flawed machine? What's the difference between a person with perfect thoughts that are constricted with emotions and belief, and a person with no good thoughts at all? It is when people stop applying logic in their thoughts, decisions, or actions that they cross the line between reason and dogma.

One of the most serious dangers of dogma (of which religion is a big example) is that it doesn't contain a self-correction mechanism, it doesn't require thinking, hence it's a comfortable path for people to follow. It's always much easier to go with the flow than to go against it, especially when going against it is considered nothing short of a revolution.

Looking at all the great minds that were, and still are being, wasted because of such dogmatic lines of thought (excuse the oxymoron), one is left with only one thought: What a loss....

Saturday, March 8, 2008

As day turns into night, lights start spreading before my eyes, a whole city, alive.... A city filled with cripples most of which have enough intelligence to think they see, yet nowhere near enough to actually see. I can't help but wonder: What would it take to cut the ropes that bind so many? A whole city, alive, yet so dead....

Friday, January 11, 2008

I Seek...

I seek no happiness, for it's too heavy
I seek no satisfaction, for it's short-lived
I seek no money, for it's too silly
I seek no God, for there's none

I seek....a sunrise....

Sunday, December 16, 2007


"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
Vladimir Nabokov

"You never see animals going through the absurd and often horrible fooleries of magic and religion. . . . Dogs do not ritually urinate in the hope of persuading heaven to do the same and send down rain. Asses do not bray a liturgy to cloudless skies. Nor do cats attempt, by abstinence from cat's meat, to wheedle the feline spirits into benevolence. Only man behaves with such gratuitous folly. It is the price he has to pay for being intelligent but not, as yet, quite intelligent enough."
Aldous Huxley

I find humans to be quite strange creatures. No other living organism on this planet is as intelligent, yet as gullible as them. To think that the same species that discovered the laws of nature, that created such beautiful music, that made such fascinating art, is the same species that came up with religion, racism, and sexism, is an idea that astonishes me.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Days pass by and I still cannot find those elusive words that would give my ideas the form I want. Could it be that some ideas aren't meant to leave the walls of the brain alive? Passing emotions and thoughts, each of which seems like a revelation, like a spot of light passing through the darkness. But alas, the light scatters on the barriers of other people, and one is left waiting for the next glimpse of complete understanding, and hoping....

Sunday, May 27, 2007


One characteristic I've recently come to realize I admire greatly in people is fluidity. Religions, many traditions, and many mentalities adhere to a strict set of laws which are considered "sacred" and "timeless". However, as faults in these laws come under scrutiny, it becomes apparent that one has only three options:

1. Stick to the laws no matter the circumstance.
2. Overlook the faults and pretend they don't exist while making small adjustments to the laws to make them more acceptable.
3. Realize that the laws are man-made, time-dependent, and far from perfect, and discard them completely.

Who has the right to define how you live your life, how you treat people around you, the things you can and cannot do, or even what you can eat or drink? People try to suppress what they cannot understand or accept, their memes fight a losing battle for dominion, hindering progress and destroying generations in the process.

I always find it funny to see some narrow-minded traditionalist, or religious apologist, struggling to keep up with globalization, trying in vain to close all the holes in a sinking boat. A small rubber band, trying to stretch to contain what can no longer be contained until it ruptures. The casualties of the process, however, are children that grow up in a severely contradicting environment, children who are usually not lucky enough to escape the viruses of the mind their environment is infested with....