Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Collection of Strange Tales

Is it blasphemy to believe that our bodies are a temple, and our lives sacred? But why would it be wrong?

I am human: I have the power of thought, logic and reasoning. I can learn skills, moralize, and philosophize; I can lead and I can follow; I can smash it down but I can build it up. I can, I sometimes feel, be capable of ruling the world—by the power that is most obvious, and also by the power that is elusive and hard to describe. I am all this and more, so is not my vessel—my body—sacred? And is not my life more so?

Will this change if I lose my health? My intelligence? My limbs? My sight? Will this state of blessedness change? Is it so fragile? When I age and lose my sharpness of mind, my clarity of sight, will I no longer be blessed?

If the answer is no—the blind can be blessed, the limbless holy—then one concludes that being human, in any state and form of humanity, is to be divine. Is it?

And why can't other people see this truth? Or at least this direction of truth? Why do they insist of sullying themselves, beating themselves and others into the ground, engaging in ugly behaviors and staining their visage and souls with anger, hatred, jealousy, boredom, contempt...

Could it be that we are surrounded by divinity, only we cannot see it?

Could it be that we are in heaven, only we don't know it?

Excerpt from The Collection of Strange Tales


  1. Wow that's an awesome excerpt.

    I think people just fail to realise how beautiful the world is, choosing to focus a lot of their failures and the ugliness of the world because we fear failure , which from an evolutionary perspective, was perhaps the strongest driving force which made us "apex predators". Nothing wrong with that, just that we shouldn't always let nature take over.

    I think many people were not "taught" to stop and smell the flowers. And many people have yet to discover the beauty in the small little "insignificant" things life has to offer. Or they think they've found happiness, only to realise that what they thought was happiness was but a transient feeling of "owning the moment". But I guess that's why people write books, because the enlightened want to let the rest of the world appreciate the beauty they see :)

    1. You can quote me on that when you publish your book in the future ;)

    2. Thanks for commenting zhongy! (*´▽`*) I understand what you mean when you say that fear of failure is a survival instinct—and in fact it's probably one of the reasons why the human race is still around! Looking at the world in a different and more hopeful way is perhaps more learned than instinctive, and can be harder depending on our surroundings. Despite that, I hope that it's possible for everyone...that sounds cheesy heh. It's harder to be positive, but in the end it's better I believe.

      I think you phrased it very well when you talked about finding faux happiness. Every person wants to find happiness and avoid suffering, but in this pursuit too many chase after badges of power and status, clutter disguised as happiness, or euphorias that only leave them lacking and wanting more. I'm only human, so I understand all too well. (-‿‿-) In fact I think happiness is very close to us, only we need to be genuine with ourselves, and for that we need to know ourselves. And that is really hard, really difficult and sometimes a painful journey.

      On the bright side, one day we'll be 70 and laughing at all our adolescent blunders. ps: If I ever write a book I will put your name in the acknowledgements heh! But seems that seems like a dream. 。゚・ (>﹏<) ・゚。