Nothing but Mist

The mere fact that we're alive is a veil between us and being able to understand our existence...

Everything we know about life, we’ve learned thanks to the collective experience of humanity throughout history, recorded in books, and to the experiences of the people around us. We all know at least the basic things of the deep mysteries of existence: why we were born, what’s the point of life, why do we have to die, how you never know how close death is to you, how people say that we should live as though each day were our last, etc. Concerning death, everyone has different beliefs about what happens beyond and how to deal with it….in my case, I know that if you love God, you will go to heaven after you die, once your soul is purified for it. I know that heaven is paradise, it’s the place of ultimate joy and beauty; so do millions of other people: we are certain about it. But it’s curious how we know….but we’ve NEVER been there. No one has ever come back from the death to tell us what it’s exactly like. And we’ll NEVER know, neither farther on in the future …not until we die. I sometimes think about how the dead see us, the living, from where they are. They have such a larger scope and dimension added to their understanding of existence…and I understand then more clearly how our vision here is so LIMITED. It’s only once we die that we will have a direct connection to what we should know, to what really matters, the sense our life had…it’s absolutely true what they say in The Secret of Kells:

 “Oh, there's nothing in this life but mist”

-Brother Aidan

"There is nothing in this life/world but mist,

And we will only be alive

For a short time.”

--Aisling’s Song

Yo Nezahualcóyotl lo pregunto:

¿Acaso de veras se vive con raíz en la tierra?

Nada es para siempre en la tierra:

Sólo un poco aquí.

Aunque sea de jade se quiebra,

Aunque sea de oro se rompe,

Aunque sea plumaje de quetzal se desgarra.

No para siempre en la tierra:

Sólo un poco aquí.

--Yo lo pregunto

(Nezahualcóyotl)

Selfies? Herm....

OMG selfies! Suddenly, I noticed, especially at the start of this year, that they were the rage! More than anything, the concept in itself of the selfie boomed in all sorts of media: t-shirts showing cute animals taking selfies were everywhere, and even a selfie song came out! The idea existed long ago already, but its start may be marked by two things: smart phones with two sided cameras that allowed you to photograph yourself, and later on the emerging of the word “selfie”, whose existence I became aware of only by the end of last year.

            I believe it makes perfect sense that people take so many selfies (or groupies). Once you start taking a picture of yourself, you can’t stop. You just can’t take one, there has to be more, especially because it’s hard to be satisfied with how your picture turned out. Then you start having ideas of funny faces or cool looks. When you’re with more people, this symptom is multiplied, and you end up with a whole bunch of pictures on your camera storage. Yes, I find it understandable, but personally, I don’t like the idea and try to avoid taking selfies. The thing is, you tend to waste time AND camera space taking all those pictures. I’m okay with just a few selfie “shoots”, that’s it. But, you know, it’s not that I find it repulsive, it’s not that I cringe every time I see people taking them, it’s more like I don’t see much point to it. Now, there’s something else I really don’t like related to selfies, and it’s when people post random selfies on Facebook and add hashtags with very lame words or phrases. Now that’s what I really don’t like: hashtags. But that’s another subject that should be tackled on a separate entry.

            That’s all I have to say about selfies.

Rembrandt-Self Portrait, 1630 Etching

Bible Burns

I’ve recently been thinking that in the Bible there are actually many times where people get burned, figuratively speaking. Many of these occasions involve the Jewish people—those who’re angry at Jesus--confronting him but ending up with Jesus shutting their mouths with some answer.  I think it’s all pretty interesting because you get to see God’s knowledge and wisdom in action, resulting in adequate ‘burns’ for each particular occasion. Here are some examples:

                        There’s this moment when the Jewish authorities, who don’t want to believe in Jesus, ask him from whom did he get authority for his actions, and Jesus proposes them something (Mt 21, 23-27):

                        *Note: God had sent John the Baptist to “prepare the path of Christ” in advance, but not everyone believed in him.

                        In another example, Jesus tells an allegory that clearly referred to how the Jewish authorities were corrupt and refused to recognize the Son of God (Mt 21, 33-41). The message was so plain they realized who he was talking about. To top it off, Jesus mentions a foretelling passage from the Scriptures that directly refers to these guys’ conduct, one that they themselves knew well and couldn’t deny its meaning. That was a pretty big burn (Mt 21, 42-43).

                        Now for me, this example is the most epic, though it doesn’t involve a direct conversation with Jesus. He cures a blind man who is known to everybody in the place. When the Pharisees heard of it, they once again refused to believe such a miracle and began to inquire the former blind man and everyone around him again and again about the incident (Jn 9, 26-33).

                        Despite all of these burns and more, though, the Pharisees kept refusing to accept Jesus. I guess that if there’s anyone who can relate the most to the phrase “haters gonna hate”, it’s God.

Star Child

                On a quiet night, a baby girl lay on the grass in a forest clearing, under the stars. A woman who was passing by saw her and took the strangeness of it all as a sign that this was a star child. She decided keep and raise her. The girl grew into a special child, almost pale as ivory, her hair silver and her eyes clear grey. She took delight in playing in the forest, especially at night, and sang ancient songs that no one had taught her. She was a friend of nature, and no animal feared her. When she sang, the forest’s aura became more serene and beautiful. 

Whenever she combed her hair, stardust would fall and shimmer about the ground. Out of these fireflies were born, floating quietly among the shadows. As she neared the age of eighteen, she began to feel disquiet and yearning in her heart. When she told her mother of this, the woman finally explained the truth about her birth. During the following days, the girl felt that some answer to her yearning was approaching…Finally, one night she was escorted to the sky. Two glowing white beings descended to her, saying they had come to take her to her true home. When she stepped forward, a light glowed about her and arrayed her into her full glory, and so she followed the two beings until the three became bright white stars burning far up the sky. However, she had loved her forest so much that she decided to visit every summer, and it is said that she can be seen or heard singing among the glades, stardust falling about her.