A Day in the Life...

By tomorrow or a day after, as I am estimating in my mind, I might be packing my bags and bundle some important things as I would be heading for some place else , somewhere that I have been to before but somewhere not many have seen yet or have been to previously. I have decided to leave the city for good. This plan had been in my mind for sometime now and I must assure you that this very drastic move on my part is far from being hasty—-in fact it is to be done with very deep contemplation and scheming that I have etched in my mind for so long now. Mount Pulongbato I have learned before how to drive nails effectively into wood and I reckon now that I have learned such task fairly well.  My grandfather used to do some carpentry work and I used to have observed him so closely doing woodwork when I was so little, putting in mind every phase of the activity, from handling so tightly the wood to be nailed and towards the part when finally the nail is about to be hammered with reasonable...

  In the ancient valleys of Tigris, in the days of still molt and rock, a river sung the serenade of the beginnings of life, as it moved in crystalline fluidity, to brim with sparkles and light, and come across upon a rock reckoned in time, it is a moment set forth as a matter of design. And the river became two, the great parting of waters in the dawning of the Earth, to thread two different roads and two different eras-- one found in the East, another in the West-- to spread further and further, until the sound they hear were merely of their own and nothing more. Rushing in vigor and strength each alone in the wilderness, among the great wars of the world, through the ashes of kingdoms burnt, the mischief of kings and emperors, through scorched earth of conquests, of kingdoms and empires both the fortunate and the inopportune; as they run feverishly, one oblivious to the other, welcoming merely the beatings of their own hearts and of no other, and every other beating of the heart...