My Hole In The Reeds

The king has donkey ears under his crown, the king has donkey ears under his crown…

War, war never changes…

War, war never changes…

but war has changed – even up to the First World War, the Great War, the war waged was personal. Soldiers meet their adversaries in the field of combat, their enemies had faces. Each side sees the whites of their opponents and each kill is often done face to face. Each fallen soldier litters the battlefield weighing down the psychological effect on those who must brave the fields of death. The tolls of War is seen, felt and experienced by those who wage it.

Modern warfare has taken away that face of War, at a push of a button hundreds, thousands and even millions, die. This disconnected method of warfare does not weigh as heavily on those who issue the fatal command.

It is true that those who must see the killing, even remotely, still feels the psychological impact of their actions but these are fewer than the old Wars.

Perhaps it is this ‘remote’ killing that dehumanizes War today – where casualties of war are just statistical numbers; not the piles of corpses that litters the battlefield. No longer does ‘war’ decision weigh in as heavily on the psyche of those who must make the strike decision.

War has changed, it is no longer personal, no longer human.

Gold and Non Golden

Sometimes, not everything boils down to rights and privileges. When we do something positive for others, we practice what is called the Golden Rule; i.e. “Do unto others as you would others do unto you”. We perpetuate such ‘good’ deeds not because it is the rights of others to receive nor our right to do so, but simply because we are leading by example the kind of society we want to build and ‘in deed’ live in.

A civil society must also be built upon the consideration of the Negative Golden Rule, ie “Do NOT unto others as you would NOT other do unto you”. Stop to consider your actions if that is what you would want others to perpetuate unto you, this is the very basis of basic Ethics – the framework of what we call a Civilized society.

The two rules should be the basis of Morals and Ethics, both of which could be embraced from a secular and spiritual aspect; for all religions preach the Golden Rule and/or the Negative Rule in on form or another, secularism demands for it.

Neither Rain nor Wind (雨にもまけず)

Neither Rain nor Wind
by Kenji Miyazawa

not losing to the rain
not losing to the wind
not losing to the snow nor to summer’s heat
with a strong body
unfettered by desire
never losing temper
always quietly smiling
every day four bowls of brown rice
miso and some vegetables to eat
in everything
count yourself last and put others before you
watching and listening, and understanding
and never forgetting
in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields
being in a little thatched hut
if there is a sick child to the east
going and nursing over them
if there is a tired mother to the west
going and shouldering her sheaf of rice
if there is someone near death to the south
going and saying there’s no need to be afraid
if there is a quarrel or a lawsuit to the north
telling them to leave off with such waste
when there’s drought, shedding tears of sympathy
when the summer’s cold, wandering upset
called a nobody by everyone
without being praised
without being blamed
such a person
I want to become

宮沢 賢治


You Should, Could and now Must

“If you should”, became “If you could”, and now “you must”

Our Origin Is An Animal One…

“Our origin is an animal one and we return to the dust – the fantasies of our brain are but thistledown in the wind. I like formality, finesse, subtlety of behaviour and thought, and at the same time I know that life is nothing at all – a fanfare, a rook’s wing gone like a boy’s whistle”
— Alyse Powys
[Attributed by "The Silence of Animals : On Progress and Other Modern Myths"]


Balance is achieved either as a Zero-Sum or an Equilibrium.

In Zero-Sum Balance – as one (or more factors ) increases, there other factor(s) that decreases to achieve a Zero Sum.

In Equilibrium Balance – as one factor(s) increases, another factor(s) escalates to match the increase.

The Writings On The Wall

The Writings on the wall, but what do we do when we see the writings….
We take a selfie with it for whatever social media, or a wefie, and move on. No one reads the writings anymore

We sing a Song of Fire and Ice

We sing a Song of Fire and Ice
often here in Malaysia,
We sing of the Fires of Supremacy
and then sing an Icy lament
of Lesser Mediocrity.
The Supreme House pounds its chest
in claims of Superiority
over all those in the land,
then proceed to profess meekly
the need for

Fire and Ice,
the natural opponents.
When they struggle to exist,
no matter can resist.
The result of expansions
and contractions
the bonds that binds
breaks down
and till only dust remains.

The Beast Within

The human animal developed an advantage along it’s evolutionary path,
a complex brain that can reason; make complicated sense from sensory input.

This complex brain allows us to take leaps ahead of mere sensory interpretation,
but also make prophetic cognitive of cause and effect giving us a keener sense of anticipation;
one that runs further into a perceived future.

These leaps then becomes bounds
as the brain creates scenarios from the sense of anticipation,
and it gives us imagination.

The brain has evolved to feed off stimuli,
and in it’s dark cave consume sensory input from it’s prison
and creates the world outside,
and dream of the world that could be.

The complexity of the brain also means
we human animals have forsaken instinct that is codified from birth,
for learning since so much effort was put into assembling this complicated brain.
So we human animals now teach our young,
what other animal’s infants know from birth.

It is both a blessing and a curse,
this complex brain of ours.
For we human animals have inadvertently created
a voracious beast that constantly demands for more, and newer, stimuli.

We spend more of our time feeding this beast lest it should starve
and we become bored.

More things that we human animals devote our daily lives to,
is the feeding of this
Beast Within.

I Don’t Dream When I Sleep

From the Darkness I emerge,
Stirring from my Slumber.

The Light of Day creeps
it’s way from the horizon.

But a heavy fog soon
envelops the scenery,
Consuming all and wrapping
all in its thick gray embrace.

I see figures going about their way,
Occasionally, one or two
holds aloft a bright lamp
that guides them on their way

I move closer to them as they pass,
hoping to glimpse what paths they see
with their guiding light held aloft,
For I have no light of my own.

The weather turns cold,
and I shiver in its heatless grasp.
and amongst the figures that I pass along my way.

Some have made a hearth for themselves,
it’s light and heat drives the cold and gloom away.
I huddle near their hearths
to feel the heat of their burning fires.

The day wanes,
and night rises to take its place.
Perhaps when I stir from my slumber,
I shall steal a glance again
the light that guide others
and partake in the heat
burning in their hearths.

For today, I lay my head to rest
to slumber,
and return from the darkness I emerged.


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