If

If a crisis signals a chance,
Would I not take it?

If confusion demands courage,
Would I not have it?

If serenity requires seperation,
Would I not accept it?

If you commend me better living,
Would I not do it?

A gossip

form the following web page I read this interesting gossip:
http://bible.fhl.net/preach/preach32.html

Switzcher, Brath, and Paul Telich, all important theologists. Yet the first got surrounded by admiring females in the end of his days, left his wife with only bitter memories of hardship in the jungles. The second stayed in the office with his female secretary for discussion on his great wrok. The third, after declaring the need of advanture to sustain marriage, lauched on affairs, and drove his wife crazy, and what's more, driving his wife having her own affairs as well.

Knowing the stories of the great figures in the theological history, I felt strange. I don't know how they can endure the struggle withing, as I persume there should be, since I myself as not a theologean couldn't.

I do not like what I know about the world of relationships and marriage, the utilitarianism in them. I could not agree with the view that we look for the other half like picking up a piece of meat in the supermarket.

I am outdated? Yeah, and see how can I live this life....

quite a long time

my dear readers,

it has been quite a while since the last time you hear my voice. Silence, absence, and nothingness has taken this page for so long.

I remember once a reader of another site of mine replied, in good intention I believe, that I should carry on writing, and be not like those who start yet never finish anything.

Some might think, with the long-term absence of mine, that I have foresaken this site. But no, in fact.

As once well-said that one's words come from the heart, the lack of words, as it must be, comes from the lack of heart. On the seemingly endless road of life, do we not all pick things up while letting things go, until the day we regain the strength to pick up again those things that was put behind?

Some might say that's useless sentimental illusions which draw all looking back. Yet I disagree. Unless one walks with eyes closed, no one remember not the sight passed along the road. Then again, unless one can walk without looking ahead, no one fixes not their eyes towards the end. So it's not looking back, but only re-organise what has been passed through in order to better understanding what's in front of the walker.

Oh, what a long time. It takes time and strength to climb out of a pitfall. My beloved reader, hear me, only walking on.