Mystics & Critics

Listen nah!

https://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=1SiylvmFI_8

Eh? 1-(C)critics=(M)mystics. I may have discovered a formula or reconfigured a setting for life. Ta da!
Let me explain. The soul of many a man left the body when the body consumed much pressure. Go back in time and you will begin to realize. The critics are real. They do not leave a void for pressure production is their target. If you dare to ask me, I will say try to revisit history, those moments in time,
*when unions and power revolutions rallied for a common cause,
*when the nickname 'dunce' was the dancing tune,
*when structures given to the environment underwent corruption surgery.
The result of critics was mystics. The soul left the body. Surgery resulted in death because we mis-diagnosed, so we mis-treated. True dat talk. Has history been kind to our country leaders? While diverse tails wag, we are all part of our country's history as difficult as it is for tongues to confess. To be a judge is a big deal for me for I do not like engaging in the creation of mystics. I think that is a job for the universal creator. The mystical perhaps merge to unfold future mysteries, that which we ponder upon, the good-luck, that which the land has been blessed with thus far.
And so I continue to write, encouraged once upon a time by your words of hope and by your acts of dignity, honesty and perseverance. History has judged you harshly and yet you came clean without any marks of blemish. Wherever you go, may the angels watch over you as you bless this land, in life as in death, for you were truly a 'remarkable' man, and many in the generations to come, will be proud to know that you were once, twice, three times a beloved Prime Minister. It's in your legacy! To the members of the immediate family, my condolences, if you should ever read this blog.
In memory of an honorable man (1946-2016)

Happy Father's Day 2016

Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever cross my soul. That is song #1 on my top chart. And the other is from my favorite singer Celine, who sings 'wherever you are, you open the door, and I believe my heart will go on'
Music and food on the number-line, how many times it's played or not played and how many times we had it or passed it off, connect the dots for a box-plot. It either rolls me forwards, backwards or sideways. Sunday is fathers day, just like it was in the years gone by. I said my good-byes & I bid my farewell many a times til that last farewell in 2013. It wasn't like those creamy pumpkin soup events I knew I ought to have skipped. To celebrate father's day, I'd been invited out to surprising menus like creamy pumpkin soup. Please! I knew the classic pumpkin soup at home was a more healthy choice if only I made it then. To make that classic pumpkin soup, I had to learn first to unlearn. Adding cream always looks good, smells good, tastes good, but what is good on the outside, is it always good on the inside?! My choices were subject to the external stimuli. I could make my own decisions but choices sometimes seem to be an obligated duty. Mind you, I was never fed creamy pumpkin soup on father's day at work. I guess mercy pleaded for me & I was very fortunate then in those latter years, not to have been called to work on father's day. As though we were blessed with this time granted in our favor by a supreme force, it seemed like time was not ours. Such were the effects of the external stimuli when sensitivity wasn't always ready. So we shall not ponder on it as he who dwells on negativism breeds negativism, whereas he who dwells in the house of God lives forever, so Hi-5 to all the fathers who work on father's day! Classic pumpkin soup is definitely a healthier preference to the creamy pumpkin soup since the heart must go on. From the transcendental dialectic to the analytic therefore, there's no real roots that's rational enough for a transcendental equation?
(In loving memory of my father, November 2013)