When T E X T just isn't enough...

Nope. I'm not dead. Not yet. I just don't possess an internet connection. But hey, I wouldn’t mind dying either. Life is good, heaven is much better.

But here I am, at 1am in the morning, tired and hungry, reviving my comatose blog, breathing verve into this lifeless bit of cyberspace, giving an update of what my life looks like. I have become that much more theoretical mind you, despite the consternations of people around me. Practical living is for the common man, thinking is for the dreamers – those eternally lost in a personal fog.

Sure, everyone has a hypothesis, a formula that they live their life according to. But how many have thought about that theory? And whether manipulating that theory might result in a more fulfilling life, or a wife (for rhyme’s sake)?

I have. I am ever more aware of the gnawing sentiment that the world is made up of nothing but text and numbers, and should you go deeper – dots. Human beings are nothing but a string of DNA, temporary and perishable. And until recently, editable and even predictable by science. For instance, I can describe a mutual friend in words. You understand what I mean and you might know who I refer to. You can even visualize the person in your memory and that makes him/her mere text. If I carry on describe the clothes and adornments he/she wears, you will soon realize that “colour” enters the conversation. And surely you realize colours are defined in terms of numbers – hue, saturation and darkness. Heck, when you die, your tombstone will consist of nothing but text and numbers!

But one thing is neither quantifiable nor reducible – the soul. The inner man. The inner me. The inner you. The intangible, everlastingly slimy thing that no theorist has ever, and will ever manage to define scientifically. Yet we ask ourselves: Where would I go after I die? What if I die of heart attack while reading this? What if I was having shower and electrocuted myself? Bizarre but certainly possible. It is not my intent to sound morbid or macabre for that matter, but death comes knocking. It’s a fact of life. Don’t hide it from your children! Don’t pretend that death only finds the elderly or the wicked!

As for me, theorizing the world has simply proven to me one thing – the downfall of creation and the sin of man, both spiraling downward, completely out of hand. Sometimes, nothing would please me more than Jesus come down and sweep me away into His arms. But no, because as of now, my soul is not yet required. So I will be carefree and happy, for we are a liberated people, set free by the blood of the Lamb who was slain on the cross. With Christ on our side, who can be against us?

For the first time in my life, there is peace within. Sure, the assignments pile up. There are times where things don’t go my way (and girls don’t come my way). But all is well; all is well with my soul.

Love,

Me