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The Delusion of Numbers and Time

Those who have watched the movie, Lucy should have seen the bigger picture of the capabilities of human if we could access more than 10% of the brain. However, the ending must have been the climax of the movie as that’s when Lucy could finally achieved 100% of her brain.

What amazed most who watched the movie must have been the part where Lucy describes the delusion of numbers and how it was invented by us just to simplify the complexity of existence and also the part where she could manipulate time. Now listen to this idea concept that might make sense to you and persuade you to believe more of such a possibility.

The Delusion of Numbers

Since we were young, we were taught with ways to count. We solve harder mathematical problems as we grow older in hopes that our knowledge could help bring mankind forward. What if mathematics is a lie? 

Let’s take the simplest example. We all know that 1+1=2. Right? Now, so is 3-1 and 4-2. Both of these equations also equates to 2. Still don’t get the picture? How about this, 4(2)+(-9)+3 also equals to 2. No matter how many numbers or how complex the equation is evolved, as long as you possess all possible mathematical knowledge you could equate it to 2 by modifying it. What does this tell us? 

There is no definition to numbers. All these definitions comes from us. If we let the 6 billion population in the world to come out with the equation to obtain the number 2 without duplicating answers, we will get 6 billion different equations. If we do that to a population beyond 6 billion, we will get even more different equations. This goes on and on until we reach infinity.


Now that is a word worth discussing about. We use that term whenever we try to measure something that is infinite. Different people would see infinity differently. Some would say it is a very large number, some would say it goes on and on forever.

However, the real reason we have infinity is because there is no end to numbers. If there is no end to something, there would not have been a starting point. So if such, then there is no existent to that particular something. Infinity is just a word we rather use than the word undefined.

The Delusion of Time

Time is an entity we created just to measure the impossible. Just like why we created numbers. However with regards to time, you think you know a lot, but you don’t.

Many of those who are interested in Science or Physics would have heard of the Theory of Relativity by Albert Einstein. In simple english, that theory simply explains in context of time that, a period of 5 minutes for example, could span out differently to different individuals. 

Was there a time when you took a 30 minutes nap, but you could create a dream with a span longer than that? Or you simply dozed off for 5 minutes or less, yet able to get a dream which have you woke up and thought you slept for an entire hour. Yet within all these dreams, things seems to move at the usual speed. But why did you used less time for all of that to happen?

The ticking clock you see on your wall, does not represent time. It is a delusion that human created so we often runs around the clock. We chase time, yet there is no such a thing to chase. When you dream, you created time for yourself. You took the 30 minutes or 5 minutes you had and prolonged it to your liking. In your perspective alone, you had spent that period of time for so long as you have wished.

So if we were able to do that subconsciously, imagine doing it consciously. 

Our Limitations

Perhaps, we limit ourselves to things that we know, and thus we created these numbers and concept of time to simplify what we don’t yet know or understand. This could be a law that governs us, or a limitation that restricts us. Whatever it is, let’s never see time and numbers the same as we always had. Always remember, these are all our creations, that are not much different from our figment of imagination.


Forgetting Christmas

christmas 2007

christmas 2007 (Photo credit: paparutzi)

Every 25th of the twelfth month, we celebrate the birth of a magnificent figure who once walked the earth. ‘Was he divine, or a mere man?’, many debated. No matter the signs he bore, or represented, we all knew he was the reason many have found faith. He had walked the earth for everyone, yet not everyone had walked the earth for Him. However the differences, He preached peace.


Despite such a fact many Christians are fed with since birth, not many remember. Younger generations are more fascinated with the idea of ‘Santa Clause’. Advertising agents perhaps, profit per se on it. For those who be reminded with St. Nicholas, he or she be blessed. Yet even so, it is easy to encounter one who has no thought of such a figure, instead a round bellied red coated old man, who descends upon chimneys, and rob many off their cookies and glasses of milk.


Acceded it be a good childhood story, many still forget the purpose of such a jolly occasion. If seen through the window of a 21st century, all you could see is many who prefer distance from families, sharing, and sacrifices.


Christmas is perhaps summarized best with a single word, ‘love’. Love, be it to family or friends, or even strangers that we have every rights to ignore, yet chose not to. Withal, as effortful as can be, it is of hardship to find such a scene amongst the ones who acknowledge Christmas. Be it absorbed by time through shifts of eras, it is significant for one to understand its celebration.


We must never forget Christmas.


A Rather Interesting Trip To The Diner

American City Diner

American City Diner (Photo credit: katmeresin)

Imagine this. You went to a diner just to have your ordinary meal. You see an old man sitting near the counter staring at his food. ‘Perhaps this old man is too old to feed himself?’ you wondered. Out of a sudden, you felt like you could hear voices of thoughts. ‘Where do these voices come from?’ you asked yourself. Soon, you realised, parts of it came from the old man.

‘This pancake is just so smokin’ hot! How I wish they would come to live. Hmm, let’s just wait it out and see if that’s gonna happen.’ thoughts of the old man as he continue staring at his plate of pancakes, lifting one side of his eyebrow in a rather cheeky manner.

‘I must have gone mental!’ you thought to yourself. ‘However, I’ve got to admit, that old man is hilarious!’

He Is We Are

He Is We Are (Photo credit: Viewminder)

Then from the corner of the diner, that table nearest to the toilet entrance, ‘God, how I like the smell of toilets. Luckily I came early enough to snatch a seat at this precious spot!’ thoughts from a rather plump lady at her 30s, while smiling so widely as if she has won the lottery and looking around her.

‘What the -, is she for real?’ as you ponder upon her thoughts, looking focus directly at her. She then turned to you as she noticed your glance.

‘Hey there, what a nice day. So glad that people nowadays don’t flush after they’re done in the loo ain’t that right?’ replied in thoughts by the lady as she turned her view towards you while keeping that rather annoying smile of hers. It is as if she now know you can read her mind!

‘Lady, you have pretty serious issues. Yet, I find it funny somehow.’ you thought as you shift your view away from her. You then come to see of a child staring right at you, up and down, shifting at a rhythmic motion, viewing from the plate of spaghetti beneath your face, scanning up to look right in your eyes in repetition.

With that killer motive look, it reads ‘You, my friend, has chose to eat the spaghetti at the wrong time.’ ‘What?! How would there be a time when it would be wrong to have a plate of spaghetti?’ you thought as you squint while staring back at him.

Angry kiddo

Angry kiddo (Photo credit: Razvan Radu –

He then grinned in a rather evil manner and thought to himself, ‘So, you want it the hard way. You must have got guts made of steel to eat spaghetti on a day I pooped in my pants and with some of those feeling like the meatballs you have on your spaghetti being in my pants. My friend, you really are suicidal.’

Abruptly cutting between your view of the diner, the waitress lay down a tray in front of you and place the milk you ordered earlier on your table. As she left, all you see then, is an old man eating his pancakes, a rather happy lady at her 30s smiling warmly at her date, and an adorable 3 year old child sitting there staring at you while his mother spoon feeds him.

‘Oh, such entertainment.’ you told yourself as you put up a rather soft laughter. Creativity and imagination, an entertainment to all ages!

Until She Can Find A Better Man

Part 1

He hung up, filled with disappointment. If only she knew that it is not easy. It has always been hard to talk to Anne although she had been his close friend for years. David knew. He knew that all this is complicated because he could never get over the fact that there is always the urge to push things forward. Feelings that were hidden. David had always been fond of her.

“You’re always here a moment, and gone the next. I really don’t know what you’re thinking sometimes. I mean, are we even friends?”, the last thing Anne said before their conversation ended.

Anne is a discrete girl, who would be really picky and choosy when it comes to mixing around with people. However, she always put in an enormous amount of hard effort to overcome this. David had always been there however; may it be bad or good.

The friendship between the both of them was rather one-sided. David was always afraid of losing her. He knew she would never see him, the same way he sees her. Such a fact serves as a catalyst to which led to the withdrawal behavior which is often shown by him. He was just afraid to fall too deep for her.

It was the eve of new year. As usual, though they are close, there always seems to have the existence of a barrier between them. They celebrated separately.

As David came to his friends at a club nearby, they could see easily that it happened again. Everyone can tell that he somehow have feelings for Anne, except Anne herself.

Whaddup Dave! Come on dude, let’s have fun tonight and not anything spoil the night!”, said Alan, who has always been a ‘wise’ friend to David. None of Alan’s advice will ever seem less valuable to David.

“Man, I just don’t know what to do. She’s been pushing me away since.” David said as he reach for his first shot of Vodka. “Are you sure that’s the real situation?”, replied Alan while lifting his hand over David’s shoulder to give him a pat.

“You see, that’s the problem with you, Dave.” Alan continued. “You never really reach out to what you want, because you’re just too afraid of getting hurt. I mean, look, if you love her, then love her! Why would you even worry if she’s going to love you back or not?”.

David held back the second shot of Vodka he had on his hand. As he put down the glass, he turned to Alan with an expression of both submission and retaliation to the idea. “Maybe you’re right, bud.” he said as he gave up on the idea of getting drunk on the night of the eve.

David was there, thinking through the whole night as everyone was celebrating. Soon later, he reach for his cellphone in his pocket. He popped it out and dialed Anne’s number. They did talk, and for the first time their conversation was easy going and smooth.

After the call, David came back to Alan with a smile and they finished off the night with a happy countdown to new year for David after all.

Days to follow, Alan knew that David and Anne had been hanging out often. David had since hardly have anything to complain about their friendship.

However, romance was the last thing that will bud between the two of them. Every each of David’s friends could see that he had no chance. Out of curiosity, one of them sent David a text asking if he is considering any alternatives between him and Anne.

David then replied the text with, “I love her. I used to be afraid to admit that because I was afraid of getting hurt. Too afraid I guess. I know she will never see me the same way, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t or will not love her. Until she can find a better man, I’m here to make her happy as much as I could.”

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The 5 Chapters Of Inner Battle

don't eat that!

don’t eat that! (Photo credit: Jem Yoshioka)

**Author’s Message

This is written as a dedication to serve as a motivation to those who are struggling with eating disorders. I hope I have depicted the concept of inner battle to those who are trying to curb with their disorders in the best way possible without sacrificing its value to serve those who needed motivation from other prospects besides eating disorders. I had loved ones who experienced the same and wish others to not give up their fight.

The Downfall

As cold as it gets, no weather can match what you have felt. So beaten, so weary, so burdened, you could hardly believe that you can still breathe after all you had been through. All you have is yourself. What could you have possibly done to deserve such fate, you wondered. Unfortunately nobody can answer you, nor will there ever be any answers. Everyday is a battle. A battle to stay up and alive. A struggle to get through days filled with tests that have brought you to your limits.

The truth is that, you understand. You understand the reality that everyone has their own battle to fight. It is perfectly clear to you that no one will ever be in a better condition than you. But at times like this, it is hard to tell. Could that have been the truth about life? Could it be that nobody else’s battle is easier than mine? You just cannot wrap your mind around the fact that everyone has to fight such a hard battle.

You thought at this point, it would be better if you were in someone else’s shoes, but reality forbids. You woke up the next day and there you were, putting on your battle prints to fight through another day. You are a persistent individual. An individual who will not go down without putting a good fight. So did you, fighting through, winning some and losing some. You have persevered, for days to years, from years to decades. “But will there be an end?”, you thought. Just so exhausting.

The Fork Road

Day in day out, you were given the choice to continue or to give up. Dilemma flooded your mind as if it was hit by waves and waves of tsunami. You know you could not give up. All the voices surrounding you, telling you life is a battle that you must continue to fight for. How you wish all those voices would just leave you alone, yet at the same time you needed them. How are you going to make a decision upon which path you shall take, knowing none of them will offer you any peace of mind. In the end however, you have to make a decision.

The Bridge

As you finished your exhausting routines of chores and errands, you decided to take a rest, regardless of the undone tasks. “For now, I had enough”, you told yourself. This is probably your hundredth time telling yourself the similar, yet never did mean to intend. In the past when you did, you still got back up to continue whatever that exhaust you. Perhaps that is your one and only achievement till date.

Howbeit, this day was different. As you sat in a cafe corner across the slum, you noticed perhaps the poorest man you have came across in your life. Not long after, you soon widen your eyes to try to accept the fact that this man have indeed, five children to afford for. You soon came up with all the possible calculations to get over the fact, how this five children could have survived under such a poor home. To no avail, none of the calculations you tried, came out logical.

With curiousity, beyond that of a cat’s, you returned to the same place the next day. This time around, you still get to see the poor man. You then followed him all day long to feed your curiousity. The figure of such poverty could not even escape your sight even if you lose your focus for minutes. Soon you found yourself coming to an entrance to an underground space. Then it hit you. It was an old storage space. The poor man then exposed his severely damaged right arm and started lifting heavy bags as part of his job.

The Realization

The poor man’s deed had touched you so deep you could not stop yourself from asking why. Why in the world would a person work so hard to the extend of damage yet knowing he could never provide enough for his family still. The man then said, “Son, it is not how much I could do, or how capable I am. My family is my responsibility. It is my responsibility to raise my children, and nobody else’s. It is not if you could do it or not, it is why you need to do it.”


It is not if we could win our battle, but why we need to fight. A battle is well lost when we find no reason to fight. The story above, tells “you” as your enemy, the “poor man” as your will, and his “five children”, your spark of life. Our daily battles had made us tell ourselves a really sad story. Yet in the end of the day, when you find a reason to prevail, no enemies will not shiver upon your will to do so. The only person who you have to defeat, is yourself who prevents you from finding the “poor man” in you.

The Day Equality Prevails Over Morality


Equality (Photo credit: Rich Renomeron)

Many may get confused. What does morality has not been able to offer when it is what most humanitarians live by? What many do not wonder upon is that morality does not necessarily include equality and at the same time, equality is what many people persue.

This simply means that, a morally behaved man may not be as fair or believe as much in justice. This is why justice has failed to prevail in some cases even in modern civilized days.

But then, what is equality? When we treated dogs and cats and many more as pets, where there are animals, who are not much of a different be treated as food, is that equality? However this could not be questioned as it is one of society’s norms that certain animals are pets and certain ones are food. However, have any ever asked why?

Some may have snakes as pets yet critized. But to its owner, snakes worth more than the rest to be pets. Same as those who could have raised pigs as pets yet others raise pigs as porks. This is all totally dependent to how humans perceive different situations with different perspectives. In short, we will never think of equality because we chose preference.

Why can’t we achieve morality and equality at the same time? Maybe we could. But if equality is to be imposed, our morally acts would include giving swines massage therapies for they would deserve as much as any of us. Perhaps even letting dogs live in houses and us sleeping in kernels.

Yet when you apply morality without equality, it seems immoral when viewed from those who do not benefit. We allow cats to hunt down mice and reward the cats in exchange for brutal punishments for the mice. Yet it is moral to pat a cat for its great job and immoral to abuse a cat for lives it has wasted.

Then there are those who ask, “Why are there no equality?” It is because we chose morality to govern us.

Writing; Are You Fit To Be A Writer?

How can one be considered a writer? The truth is, majority of the world’s population are writers. Some write to express, some to share, some to impress. The very first day when we are demanded to come out with a short sentence, is the day we could call ourselves writers, regardless of language.

So why we write? There are times when words are louder than voices, when ignorance do not exist in literatures, and when most ideas can only fit best in words. When one reads, all that is seen are words of ideas and expressions of feelings, not discrimination nor the impressions of the writers. The point is, nobody cares who the writer is or think about how foolish his or her ideas could be. The only time when one decides to not be ignorant, is when one is reading. Words are perhaps the best way to get ideas across efficiently.

Now with that being said, how do we know if we are fit to be writers? First off, writing is best done with you being anonymous. That is why writers often come out with their own pseudonyms. If you are anonymous, your writings will be from your heart, and not how you want the society to look at you. This way, your writings will be filled with sincerity and enable readers to feel what you have to share.

Write to express, not to impress. There is no point if you write to impress. Nobody in this world will be able to please everyone, and so is a writer trying to please all his or her readers. Doing so is just ridiculously impossible, so why try? Write because you want to spread your words. That is the very first intention that should come to you whenever you get the inspiration to write.

These are the basic facts that one should know before they start to share their writings. Everyone can write, but are they fit to be a writer? However, remember that writers are also one of the best readers.

If one can not listen, one can not speak. If one can not read, one can not write.