<body> I sitting, look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.
...CHENGWEI


14th May 1986

4th Year Undergraduate @ NUS Business School
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I Sit And Look Out
Walt Whitman.

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband--I see the treacherous seducer of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be hid--I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.

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      Monday, April 14, 2008

      I had an immensely slack weekend. Work Done= 0. But it was a fairly good one, made of small personal victories.

      Yesterday, I went back to church for the first time in a month, after letting myself be consumed with work (an excuse?). It was good to be back. During the sermon, I had a revelation- that God exists, I can't feel it sometimes, but I know it. It's all too perfect, how things fell into place even when I thought I couldn't possibly sink any lower than that. When I look at the big picture, life can be very beautiful.

      Like just last week, we saw a spider spinning its web. As gross as it is, it's pretty awesome- that it knows just what to do, to spin a web so symmetrical, edges so straight. I just remembered- Robert Frost wrote about this before:

      Design
      by Robert Frost

      I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
      On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
      Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
      Assorted characters of death and blight
      Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
      Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
      A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
      And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

      What had that flower to do with being white,
      The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
      What brought the kindred spider to that height,
      Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
      What but design of darkness to appall?--
      If design govern in a thing so small.

      The problem is - I don't know who God is, and am not convinced one could ever know for sure.

      On my part, I have put an end to things. It's been so different this time. I discovered, the concept of love can be so complicated, ridiculously childish at times, but so comforting on other times.

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