Refraction

If you drop the edge of an oar into a lake, the the oar will look bent. Your conception of the bent oar will probably be without surprise. Because you are able to make an inference that refraction causes the perceived oar to 'seem' bent.

To rationalists in philosophy, knowledge is inferential.
Even the highest scientific knowledge are inferences. They are theories, until rebutted. The nature of knowledge is dialectical. They are constantly being 'proven', and even the claimed advanced proofs can eventually break the walls of certainty.

Yet, why does society worship scientific knowledge with much supremacy? Its own methodologies are flawed and skewed. Its weaknesses are inevitable, synonymous to human fallibility.

The value of science has become so elevated that other forms of knowledge become secondary....

I think the world would be lonelier without words.

Patiner

My mocha warms my fingertips,
But frozen numb tinge trapped to my littlest toe,
Chills the cold to suck my soul

Yet stubborn is my mind to stay-
If Old Man Winter wins,
Wastes be my day

So burns my cheek
Kisses wind blows
My arms they flail
Like loosen sails

Like two pretty bows
Ties my laces tight
Blades of skates carved
Ice smooth white

The puzzle

I think one of the most beautiful gifts in life is our capability to remember. A moment can be captured in our mind without us realizing it. Like a film of a video camera, recording without us knowing. Who would have thought years later, you'd reflect on a subtle memory. It conjures up, without summoning. It enters your mind, glides through the frame of your eyes, and there...

Time tells a story in itself, and time can be felt. It is a difference, between how you felt then and how you feel now. Quite a sensation, that it captivates you. It leaves you yearning. For a pause button. But one that cannot be found.

& in that moment, awed by your imagination. Of a reality frozen in your mind. Like gravity, you'd fall back into the moment of now. To be aware of the present, and know. For it is this moment of knowing that you find. That one subtle memory once hidden in the corner of your mind has revealed a truth. You would not have been here now, without it.

Every piece of the puzzle fits. The bigger picture will not be the same, if a piece had gone missing. That memory you remembered, as much as you've overlooked it, was a part of the greater things that have happened.

& the other beautiful gift in life,
is that life is a product of a puzzle in itself,
it is a puzzle we are constantly creating, and piecing.
Every moment counts, and every person matters.

Nothing more awesome than a cup of mint tea, Amanda Marshall crooning & curling up with a book on a Friday night :)

Trust me, this is love

When this trouble passes over
You and I will walk away
Knowing that our love survived
Another test of faith
You and I can walk on water
The river rises, we rise above
It may not look that way right now
But trust me, baby this is love 

-Amanda Marshall

I feel 11 again listening to her songs.  I remember sitting in the car with my dad, waiting for my mom to buy meat from the butcher at Town and Country Market on Dundas in Mississauga, right beside Popeye's. It was winter, but instead of snowing it was raining. And this song played on the radio....Our family was so young, and so new to the country.

Ten years later today, I realize what 'test of faith' and 'love' is, from the lyrics above. There is probably a reason why this song still resounds in my head.

Family love is unconditional, that is all. 

You are excused.

People enter into your life to leave.
Temporal.
Defined-
By the limitations of time.

The purpose they have to serve is theirs.
The purposes I have are mine.
Such, as accordingly.
Private, yet pervasively.

Some people leave and return.
Yet they will leave again. 

Undoubtedly, they will.

For between the two of us,
I think I too, may once have left.