Hi, My Name Is Word

Hi, my name is Word. Some people take me as treasure, and some people dislike me like enemy. In either case, I am impassive to their reactions, because I am free and disposable to those who have the willingness to use me. I can be used by handwriting or typing on the keyboard.

Those people who like me are lawyers, novelists, poets, journalists, etc. Lawyers dress me well in the high- quality and glossy papers so that I look pretty for them to impress their clients. They stipulate me in clauses which sometimes their clients have a hard time to understand, but my factory is always on the finger tip for them to solve the puzzle.

Novelists, who use me to make a living, love me to their bones, because they would likely to join the large troop of the unemployed without me present. They are the groups who visit me the most in my factory. Even though I am free, I really appreciate them to use me all the time. Without them using me, I will be deleted from my factory, then I will never be able to see the sunlight again.

Poets, the naughty group, always like to play me back- and- forth and up- and- down for the sake of making their masterpieces. It is kind of tiresome for me, but at least I won’t be deleted from my factory. However, sometimes I get my revenge by straining their brains to the maximum. So, it’s a fair game for us.

Some students like me, and some hate me. Those who like me usually do well in school. Those who dislike me fall asleep when they see me either in the classroom or at home. Even though I am impassive ostensibly, I hate those students who don’t use me, or don’t know how to use me. Sometimes I nag the school principals to create the literacy programs to train those who dislike me so that their future will be bright and beautiful. For the kids in the third world countries, I call up my friend, Mr. Publisher, to bound a whole bunch of us together and ship in the container-size cargo to them with no charge. I want every kids in the world to like me, even the ones who are not accessible to me.

Hi, my name is Word, and I am your mentor in life. If you like me, you’ll most likely be sucessful in life. Most importantly I am free, and all you need to have is a desire and willingness to explore me.

The light of darkness

 All is dark inside the cave, where you are put to experience the human nature with the most primitive surroundings in solitude. With this experiment, you are supposed to hunt for your daily meals. Since no wild animals will be present ( they were perished due to unknown causes), your only choices are some vegetation, fruits, nuts, etc. You are to be tested in terms of your mentality and reflexness upon unprecedented occurrence of bringing human civilization back to the primitive age.         Getting used to the vanity of the modern world is a liability when one is facing everything so primitive. All of a sudden, internet connection and electricity are gone, microwave oven is no where to be seen, drinking water requires the strenuous trekking to its source, and most amazingly one is alone to fight the god-knows-what scenario. One is upset, but one’s existence requires one’s adaptivity to the poor conditions.This is the ultimate test to the human race after enjoying prosperity for thousands of years.

        The only sound present is one’s own echo and rhythmic breath or panting. Of course, one has to seek food and shelter for survival before one thinks of anything else. If one is lucky, he’ll find the existing shelter. If luck does not find one, one has to build the shelter oneself from the grounds up, which is a challenging task for most people who are not architecturally inclined. One curses to oneself for not being a carpenter, and hopefully caves are everywhere to accommodate one like in Afghanistan.

        Reaching to the source of water requires one to trekk uphill to the wells. This is a challenging task for the one who hardly exercises routinely. ” The strongest survives” seems to apply in this kind of scenario. The one who is the underdog regrets one’s absences from PE classes, but one still has to walk slowly to the source of water if one is to live to see the next sunlight.

        There are plants and fruits scatters on the grounds, and they are the only sources of food available in the scenario. If one is used to the diet of meats and seafoods, one will find one’s meals hard to digest and calories lacking. Survival is the natural instinct of human, and to live is to swallow the plants and fruits with no spices available.

        Now, water, food and shelter are taken care of, what’s next? Of course, one is not going to cry for help because there is none. And one does not want to be a sitting dud either. Maybe one thinks praying will find a path to miracle. When there is no other alternatives, it sounds reasonable. So, how does one pray in order to be rescued?

        Here is some suggestions. One is to meditate to calm down his mind first. As contrary to the normal school of meditation, which emphasizes on the voidness of mind, one is to employ one’s power of imagination during the course of meditation. One is to focalize in helping others as if one were given the power of the “superman.”

        If one’s profession is a medical doctor, one will imagine his enhenced professional skills at work, which helps needed patients as orders come in. As a surgeon, one is busy doing unfailing operations due to imposed superpower. As the result, one’s mind is fully occupied by the unselfishness of helping others, and one’s current predictment is temporarily neglected. When one gathers enough energy by visualizing oneself in helping others without attachments, one’s endeavor will touch the heart of the heaven, and thus the light of darkness ensues.

        If one is a person with no special skills, one can imagine oneself as both an actor and a director in a movie, of which one possesses a heroic spirit and a power of a superman/superwoman. Given the power in the visualization, one is free to save all sentimental beings in the world, then one becomes a part of the sentimental beings themselves, and thus one’s prayer will be answered by the heaven, then the light of darkness ensues.

        One is not to cry when one feels one is suffering from physical pains or emotional trauma. However, one is encouraged to cry with ” Bodhisattva’s tears” when one sees other sentimental beings are suffering in the ocean of life. A Bodhisattva feels no pain for his/her own suffering; he or she only feels painful when other beings are suffering. If we are going to learn to be the light of darkness, we have to learn from a Bodhisattva.

Hi, my name is Heart

 Crimson fluids circulating incessantly through intricate valves similar to L.A. freeway system with their central control unit pumping like a piston in a coherent pace and their distribution to other parts of vital systems ensures the commander in chief rule itself well physically as well as mentally.

        Welcome to my world. My name is Heart, and I am your commander in chief. I work 24/7, and my only break is on the gurney, ready to be scapeled and grafted in a conditioned room, which I don’t like it too much because it hurts two hearts, that’s mine and my boss’s. I work hard in the red surroundings every day without sunlight, and I am fortunate enough to be immune from the illness due to vitamin D deficiency because I have no bones. On the contrary, my boss needs vitamin D to sustain his health. My boss likes neither milk nor exercise, which makes him a potential patient for osteoporosis. Sometimes I nag him to drink milk and to do exercise by faking angina, because his health depends on me and my health depends on him.

        My boss is not young anymore. I think he is around 65, maybe a little older due to lacking routine exercise. Being a man, virility is his second life. Sometimes my boss takes the so-called blue pills for fun, which toils and strains me for hours without rest. It may be fun for him, and it is certainly no fun for me because I am as old as my boss. Therefore, I plead for doctors and medical professionals to put a label on the bottle of the blue pills, which says,” Please consult your doctor before taking this medication if you have chronic heart problems.” Thank God, my boss only takes 1/3 of the regular dose surreptitiously after seeing the warning. I am laughing out loud inside my boss, for 1/3 of the regular dose is just for psychological solace. However, I am happy as long as my boss is happy.

        Hi, my name is Heart, and I am your commander in chief. Please treat me well, because your life depends on me and my life depends on you. Remember the old motto,” Don’t treat others the way you don’t like others treat you.”