Archive for August, 2007

A spotted mind

August 25, 2007

You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story.

“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”

Las personas se van, las dejo, desaparecen… a veces pasan días, semanas sin que les recuerde, ya no queda nada que nos una, nada nuevo que compartir. Empiezo a olvidar detalles, cumpleaños, aquellos planes de una vida juntos, los sueños de un viaje que nunca se realizó y sin embargo, de pronto pasa algo y recuerdo, pero más que recordar lo que regresa es el sentimiento, tal vez no con la misma intensidad, pero sé lo que sentía (o aún siento).

No son sólo imágenes de mi pasado, son mi vida. Quizá sean alguien a quien espero volver a ver, o alguien de quien no quiero saber más. Eso no importa, todos están aquí en cierta forma, todos me han dejado algo, me enseñaron cosas, aprendimos juntos, buscamos, triunfamos y fracasamos. Al final, les agradezco por todo y al igual les pido perdón.

Si es que hay algo que olvidar, sea solo aquello que causa rencor. Si duele mucho, es porque alguna vez fue algo igualmente bueno.

Good bye, I’ll miss you.

(“Love song for the dear departed”)

Afortunadamente, esto solo pasa en algunos casos, hay otras personas que se quedan, que a lo mejor no están físicamente tan cerca como quisiera, pero se que en el momento en que les llame, están ahí. O bien, se van por un tiempo, pero regresan.

Thanks to all of you who have been with me for a long time.

Nuevas personas llegan, historias que vamos creando. Parece ser que la experiencia (cual sea, buena, mala, poca, mucha) nos ayudará a hacer las cosas mejor.

For those who I have recently met, I hope our histories will be great.

Entre las nuevas personas, alguien que no necesitó de mucho tiempo para volverse importante, muy importante. Alguien que sabe no necesito decir más.

And for you, Welcome, I’ve been wanting for you.

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Quiet

August 16, 2007

Quiet, silent water, there is a lake in the forest; nobody is there, just birds and deer. The rain is too fine it is hard to notice. The sunlight does not burn, it gives only a warm feeling. No sound from the water. Sometimes elves, fauns and nymphs gather there; the place is so still that you could hear anybody’s thoughts. Cold pure water.

The lake is a mirror, if you could see your reflection you wouldn’t see your face, for only feelings are reflected there. Human eyes are not able to see, human brains cannot understand. That is a sacred place, it shall not be stained by mortal filth.

Once a demon arrived there, it was a long time ago, he wanted to steal some of the water thinking that it would increase his power. But the water has a mind of its own, a will that cannot be tamed. When the devil drank it, his mouth, throat, and heart were immediately frozen.

There was a legend about a human reaching its water; a little girl called Herhey. She got lost in a Scandinavian forest, after one day she cried herself to sleep. When she woke up and saw the lake, she gently touched the water. The boldness of the girl was forgiven because of her innocence; her life was spared, but since that day, she was condemned to silence.

Centuries passed along, the lake had some important ages, playing significant parts in the history of gods. But now, the world is changing, eternal beings are growing weak, the rain is no longer safe. Nothing is sacred any more, the water is turbid, the surface is dark. It waits for destruction to come, it waits in silence. No matter what, it won’t make a sound.

Dios, religión y otras cosas….

August 10, 2007

“Menos el hombre, todas las criaturas son inmortales, pues ignoran la muerte”

El Aleph, Jorge Luis Borges

Hace poco releyendo (por enésima vez) Rayuela, me encontré esta cita en el capítulo 70:

“Cuando estaba yo en mi causa primera, no tenía a Dios…; me quería a mi mismo y no quería nada más; era lo que quería y quería lo que era, y estaba libre de Dios y de todas las cosas… Por eso suplicamos a Dios que nos libre de Dios, y que concibamos la verdad y gocemos eternamente de ella, allí donde los ángeles supremos, la mosca y el alma son semejantes, allí donde yo estaba y donde quería eso que era y era eso que quería…”

Meister Eckhart, Sermón Beati paupers spiritu

(http://www.omalpha.com/jardin/meckhart52-imp.html)

And now I found a discussion board in Facebook called Why (i think) people hate atheism, someone there posts this definition:

“Religion is a set of rules, set by man, to follow while being alive. ‘God’ (as an omnipresent BEING that watches over us) is a concept that is used in SOME religions. Buddhists, Taoists, etc. don’t rely on this concept (although, if you want to consider Nature and Spirits as a form of God: I am wrong about this, as some Taoists regard them as something to worship). They rely just in the teachings of certain individuals, which are NOT regarded as deities, and are NOT worshipped as Gods. So, from this point of view, having a religion does not necessarily mean believing in a God.” Caleb Rascón

The thing is, I am not an atheist (Atheism, a philosophical view, is the position that either affirms the nonexistence of god or rejects theism.), I do believe in “something”, but I disagree with the methods and reasons (or lack of them) to believe in a religion.

I have claimed for a long time to be “heretic”

(Heresy is a “theological or religious opinion or doctrine maintained in opposition, or held to be contrary, to the Roman Catholic or Orthodox doctrine of the Christian Church, or, by extension, to that of any church, creed, or religious system, considered as orthodox. By extension, heresy is an opinion or doctrine in philosophy, politics, science, art, etc., at variance with those generally accepted as authoritative.”)

Since I was a little girl, I always felt that my opinion was contrary to the Roman Catholic Church I was raised in. I could not understand why God would get mad at me for playing in the church yard, isn’t he supposed to love children? And what about babies, why are they “evil beings” who need purification? Furthermore, I think that the concepts of “good” and “bad” are things that every person should understand and decide, I don’t like just being told what to do.

On the other hand, a lot of people believe that a religious person is someone who doesn’t think, a sheep that follows without asking. Well, in some cases this is true, but I know people who are deeply religious, extremely intelligent and are truly believers. These persons have studied, have questioned and have found that religion is an important part of their lives. I even know someone who has found a way to conciliate science and religion in her life (She is an amazing woman, one of the few really good people I know).

Now I think that religion is not wrong per se, the methods and/or people are sometimes mistaken. It is simply something that, until know, I don’t need in my life, something I disagree with for many reasons. Here I am speaking about the Catholic Church, the one I know the most. In this, people are supposed to suffer, to regret, to be afraid of divine punishment in order to get a ticket to heaven. I don’t share these thoughts, I believe in learning from mistakes, I believe in respect to all kind of things, living or not; I don’t want to leave in fear and pain.

Conclusion: I am a heretic theist (si no es un pleonasmo) since I do not concur with the orthodox religion I know, but still, I believe in something (God, Gaia, whatever the name).

En este sentido, una de las personas que admiro es Miguel Servet, médico y filósofo español del siglo XVI. Además de importantes estudios en medicina, escribió textos sobre teología; era un católico altamente devoto, pero cuyos estudios lo llevaron a concluir la inexistencia de la santísima trinidad, así como la ausencia de pecado en los niños, entre otras ideas (http://servetus.org/es/). Su carácter obstinado y su afán por defender la libertad de pensamiento y la tolerancia hacia los demás lo llevó a un juicio en el que Juan Calvino lo condenó a muerte. “Demuéstrenme mi error y me retractaré” era su argumento. El 27 de octubre de 1553, Miguel Servet muere en la hoguera. Actualmente se le considera como “modelo de integridad y estandarte en la lucha por la libertad de conciencia”.

Joga

August 2, 2007

I could not help thinking of you when I heard it again. I love you.

Which Harry Potter Character Are You?

August 1, 2007

Which Harry Potter Character Are You?

You are Hermione. You’re a bookworm always in search of answers. When pressed, however, you can always be counted on to put away the books and help your friends.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com