Monthly Archives: May 2008

Under the Sun


Under the sun, he is thinking. What is life? What is death? Life is death. Death is life.To be alive is to be dead. To be dead is to be alive. You search for pleasure and happiness when you are alive. In death, you find the ultimate peace. The purpose of both life and death is to achieve the maximum well being.

Strange, strange. It is so much easier to die than to remain alive. Living is such a painful experience. One is born. One fights for food. One designed every wicked way to harm the other. Meanwhile, one must defend oneself from other danger as well. This process of attack and defence possibly takes sixty to eighty years. At the end, one fails to achieve maximum well being.

In death, one needs someone ( or possible himself only) to stab the knife on the fifth bone of the left rib cage, you die, without pain, in a fraction of a second. Automatically, you gain peace. A peace which all living people struggles to find but hopelessly fail.

Strange, strange. Why are other people not aware of this fact? This simple truth. Am I the only who knows it? No, no. Hitler knew it. He had given the best gift, peace, to the Jews by gassing them en masse. People did not understand him. Hitler was, in fact, a Jew-lover.

The world is never fair. Bad people die quicker and good people live longer.

An Unfinished Story

The wan moonlight penetrates through the quiet night and hit upon a withered branch of a thick old tree which struggles to grow out from a creak beside the red-brick wall. Another wall goes parallel with the other one and this forms a long and narrow alley. Occasional squeaks of rats are heard and black cat with luminous eyes in the leadened dark is searching for food in the heaps of garbage. The squeaks are soon to be replaced by sharp moaning as the cat are delightfully and maliciously vivisecting the struggling rats. A wavering shadow is slowly formed on the wall and this is briskly followed by man who is wearing a large flat hat and wrapped in thick cloth. He is trotting in the alley and an object is fallen from him.

The night passes quickly with unusual quietude. The sun begins to rise from the horizon and its finger-like rays stream through the dim blue sky. Slowly and surely, the sun creeps to the center of the sky. Its rays are now merged into a mass of inseparable light . Under this sun, a boy is rushing through the alley and suddenly sees a ……

Forgive and forget

Dictator always forgives and forgets two kind of people. One is the dictator himself and the other is the dead people.