woman. 12:47 pm

"by this gesture a woman invites us: come, follow me, and you don't know where she is inviting you to go and she doesn't know either, but she invites you in the conviction that it's worth going where she is inviting you. that's why i tell you: either woman will become man's future or mankind will perish, because only woman is capable of nourishing within her an unsubstantiated hope and inviting us to a doubtful future, which we would have long ceased to believe in were it not for women." 

- immortality, milan kundera


thank you jamie for this :)

Uncle T

Fragility of the body 1:49 pm

Its so fragile, this thing called life. Heard of it? Yup, life. It is so ubiquituous to our being and daily selfs one cannot be faulted for even noticing it is what it is, let alone remember how fragile it is.

I've always admired the human body, our humanness. How these different organs come together like an intended design of a perfect machine, everything in perfect balance. How parts that are meant to be hard is hard, and how parts that are meant to be soft are soft; fingernails-earlobes, teeth-nostrils. Designed to perfection.

Yet the human body, our humanness, is so fragile. Sure, I understand our human being is more than the physical. We are body, mind and soul. But I don't think I'll be blamed for noticing the fragility of the human body, especially in a material world that embellishes the physical. A cut on the skin at the right place can make you bleed to death. I have this perennial fear when I feel my veins pulse in my neck that they would burst anytime and I might die. Yet this is the body that can run marathons if we will it to.

He lay there, fragile and unrecognisable. Where once were the recesses of a pronounced jaw, there was now bloated skin. Where once was a enthusiastic and creative character, there was now a frail body, comatosed. Skin and bone amongst the machines. Where his kidneys were was now a void, empty. The machine with the spinners next to his bed was now his kidneys. Machines. Doctors said he was on life-support; the machines were giving him life.

No, it cannot be. The machines were merely helping him. He was alive because he is fighting based on his human will deep inside that skin and bone. We are individual beings not only because of our anatomical construct, but more so that being of emotion, intellect and will. Yet science has yet to find a way to house the human being without the human body. That our being is a function of our body; we cant store ourselves outside our bodies. Perhaps one day we might.

'The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak'.