Front.
front.
left.
right.
left.

Look. Food up in front.
Left.
Up.

Open mouth.
+ 3 Points.

Left.
Down.

Look. Bonus food up in front.
Quick quick.
Down.
right.
up.

Open mouth.
miss.

Do I have control?
You
bet
I
do.

I move, see?
I turn, see?
I change direction, see?
Ofcourse I am in control. Total control.

What do I do?
Well, just eat
and eat
and eat I guess.
The more I eat, the longer I grow.
higher the chance of me crashing into my tail
Eat
eat
eat
more
more
more.


Why?
Hey, yah.
Why?
I don't know.

Oh wait.
I am crashing into my tail.
Save M - ...

GAME OVER.


It/he/she never sees...
the control pad.

Do you?...

It/he/she never knows...
thyself.
Just an pixelated image.
Just a microelectro-negativity projection.
A fleeting image.
A passing facade.

It always ends with "GAME OVER" doesn't it?

How sad.


Afterall... It's just a game.

This is going to be such a crazy term...
what with the imminent avalanche of tests and projects that beckons sadistically at us.
It's an ugly world we live in, we are all in the rat race.

Why do we run though?

Have you ever felt like quiting, say in the NAPFA run, or some god-forsaken marathon?
Yeah, it's that...
"Sigh...I want to stop, I am so tired...suppose I refuse to run..? surely no one can do anything about it if I stop...?"
And so, you decide to stop.
You slow into a jog... a walk.

Already, people are wooshing pass you, one after another.
You think about coming in last.
You see that-girl-you-don't-quite-like running past you with a gleeful smile.
Something in you rises up in defiance, in adamant disapproval.
I can't allow this...
You start running again.

Truth is, we all love ourselves to much to stop.
We love ourselves too much to allow ourselves
to fall.
to fail.
The chinese teacher said something so very true the other day...
"Even if we don't want to compete, others will come and challenge us...it is not up to us to decide..."
How very true.
I wish we could all stop being such a rat.

Love.

Pride.

Fear.

We are in the rat race.
And we can never stop.

Barry Lopez:
How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself?
If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox.
One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.


Harry Nuowen:
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and

faces with us the reality of our powerlessness, who never puts down the phone and gives up on us.

That is a friend who truly loves, who truly cares.


Jessamyn West:
It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

Reinhold Niebuhr:
Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime,Therefore, we are saved by hope.
Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;Therefore, we are saved by faith.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone.Therefore, we are saved by love.
No virtuous act is quite a virtue from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own;Therefore, we are saved by the final form of love which is

forgiveness.

Helen Keller:
I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace.