Conflagration of Oblivion

I wrote this upon arriving to Zhuhai, China for the second time, on Monday, January 8, 2007. In retrospect, it’s still a powerful statement.

In the end, you glance to the sky and you realize that the Earth is a speck of dust in an endless bowl of sand. You try to zoom out to the farthest reaches of the universe, crossing systems and galaxies in the eye of your mind, and when you think you’ve reached the very borders of existence, you arrive at your own self: a being with nothing but this life, blessed with a watchful mortality that smiles and asks “now?” every once in a while, but sighs in disappointment as you decide to venture once again into this strange, strange world, where you have something as blissful as the boston cream doughnut, yet people still insist on slitting each others’ throats because of “political differences”.

I’d rather chew on my doughnut, thankyouverymuch.

Friends, hope you are leading a fulfilling life full of both the magical and the shitty. Chinese proverb say, “One cannot experience happiness without a little poopy on the doormat every once in a while.” Yes, I welcome any unholy events which may arise unknowing, so we may drink together and dance around the conflagration of oblivion. Neither child nor god will be spared!