A lone light flickers
(beckoning ships at sea)
as the scent of jasmine
wafts to my nostrils and
--suddenly--
I can see clearly every sign in my existence
that links this moment to every other
as God touches my lips
and this world
(my world)
explodes into a million new ones.
Love.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Everyone Else Was Doing It
Biological Anthropology and Human Prehistory
. . . is more interesting than it sounds, I swear. The professor seems fun and the topic is interesting (I just decided to add an Anth minor). The downside? Thursday nights for 3 hours.
International Economics
AKA Death. Not the biggest fan of economics, but this professor can actually teach, unlike my last one who preferred to go off on tangents about his children. I don't think this will be as bad as I'm expecting it to be.
Economic Geography
By attaching "geography" onto the end of "economic," hopefully this class will become more interesting. Should deal with globalization and why certain industries have hubs in different areas. Has real potential.
World Civilization II
A world history course. I could do this in my sleep.
History of the Soviet Union
Taught by an actual Russian with--no joke--the exact accent you would give the stereotypical Russian. The same guy teaches my World Civ class. Should be extremely interesting, but a little heavy on the workload.
Sociology of International Development
The professor walked into this class and said the syllabus was online so she wouldn't have to kill trees to give us copies. She also said we should buy our books online to avoid putting more money in the pockets of the corporatist [expletive]s at Barnes & Noble. I think it's true love. Oh, and the class should be fun, too.
So, those are my classes.
A bit of advice, internet masses?
I've got 18 hours as it stands and am a little concerned about the workload. Should I drop the Soviet Union course? I don't need it like I need the other classes, and could probably take it again later.
Le shrug.
Thoughts?
. . . is more interesting than it sounds, I swear. The professor seems fun and the topic is interesting (I just decided to add an Anth minor). The downside? Thursday nights for 3 hours.
International Economics
AKA Death. Not the biggest fan of economics, but this professor can actually teach, unlike my last one who preferred to go off on tangents about his children. I don't think this will be as bad as I'm expecting it to be.
Economic Geography
By attaching "geography" onto the end of "economic," hopefully this class will become more interesting. Should deal with globalization and why certain industries have hubs in different areas. Has real potential.
World Civilization II
A world history course. I could do this in my sleep.
History of the Soviet Union
Taught by an actual Russian with--no joke--the exact accent you would give the stereotypical Russian. The same guy teaches my World Civ class. Should be extremely interesting, but a little heavy on the workload.
Sociology of International Development
The professor walked into this class and said the syllabus was online so she wouldn't have to kill trees to give us copies. She also said we should buy our books online to avoid putting more money in the pockets of the corporatist [expletive]s at Barnes & Noble. I think it's true love. Oh, and the class should be fun, too.
So, those are my classes.
A bit of advice, internet masses?
I've got 18 hours as it stands and am a little concerned about the workload. Should I drop the Soviet Union course? I don't need it like I need the other classes, and could probably take it again later.
Le shrug.
Thoughts?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Explain to Me
I sat at a table alone in the cafeteria eating a bowl of rice and vegetables, reading up for class.
Catching a piece of conversation dropped from the next table, I pondered the words in my heart, disturbed.
Sensing this--I can only assume--a Face appeared from the crowd and pulled up a chair next to me, love in His eyes. I closed my book.
"What's the matter?" He asked, "I am not accustomed to seeing your face so glum in My presence."
"I'm confused," I started with a sigh.
He raised His eyebrows--concerned--imploring me to continue.
"Explain to me--" I began after a sip of water,
"Explain to me a perspective that can throw up arms against the 'murder of unborn innocents' while doing little or nothing to help the orphaned children already born in their country.
"Explain to me how that belief can be coupled with support for an unjust war with thousands dead on both sides.
"Explain to me how those can be paired with support of the death penalty.
"Explain to me the unconditional support of a nation who feels the indiscriminate use of tanks and missiles to murder hundreds of civilian men, women, and children cowering in schools and hospitals is an appropriate retribution for the death of thirteen people.
"And please," I begged, a little out of breath from my tirade, "explain to me how all of this can be done with Your approval, in Your Name."
He shook His head sadly, never unlocking His sympathetic gaze.
"Simply put," He began,
"It can't."
I regarded Him suspiciously, a little horrified.
"Then how can all these things happen? What changes the value--the sanctity--of life?"
"Nothing," He answered calmly.
"Nothing can change the value of My greatest gift,
"Only the perception of it by others may change.
"To Me, it is all the same."
While I pondered this, He ventured a sad smile--I returned it with a hug.
We sat there for some time in silence, just soaking each other in.
I opened my book.
He left.
Catching a piece of conversation dropped from the next table, I pondered the words in my heart, disturbed.
Sensing this--I can only assume--a Face appeared from the crowd and pulled up a chair next to me, love in His eyes. I closed my book.
"What's the matter?" He asked, "I am not accustomed to seeing your face so glum in My presence."
"I'm confused," I started with a sigh.
He raised His eyebrows--concerned--imploring me to continue.
"Explain to me--" I began after a sip of water,
"Explain to me a perspective that can throw up arms against the 'murder of unborn innocents' while doing little or nothing to help the orphaned children already born in their country.
"Explain to me how that belief can be coupled with support for an unjust war with thousands dead on both sides.
"Explain to me how those can be paired with support of the death penalty.
"Explain to me the unconditional support of a nation who feels the indiscriminate use of tanks and missiles to murder hundreds of civilian men, women, and children cowering in schools and hospitals is an appropriate retribution for the death of thirteen people.
"And please," I begged, a little out of breath from my tirade, "explain to me how all of this can be done with Your approval, in Your Name."
He shook His head sadly, never unlocking His sympathetic gaze.
"Simply put," He began,
"It can't."
I regarded Him suspiciously, a little horrified.
"Then how can all these things happen? What changes the value--the sanctity--of life?"
"Nothing," He answered calmly.
"Nothing can change the value of My greatest gift,
"Only the perception of it by others may change.
"To Me, it is all the same."
While I pondered this, He ventured a sad smile--I returned it with a hug.
We sat there for some time in silence, just soaking each other in.
I opened my book.
He left.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
One night as I sat meditating, God
came and sat down beside me.
"Can you see Me?" He asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"I've sat here until
I can see You in
every child's laugh,
every flower's beauty,
and every bird's song."
"It's not enough."
He stood back up.
"Sit here until
you can see Me in
every murderer's eyes,
every rapist's lips,
and every war's dead."
Silence.
"That could take a while."
He smiled.
"I know."
came and sat down beside me.
"Can you see Me?" He asked.
"Of course," I replied.
"I've sat here until
I can see You in
every child's laugh,
every flower's beauty,
and every bird's song."
"It's not enough."
He stood back up.
"Sit here until
you can see Me in
every murderer's eyes,
every rapist's lips,
and every war's dead."
Silence.
"That could take a while."
He smiled.
"I know."
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