A great quote I found attributed to Zhuangzi on Wikipedia, the same man who dreamt he was a butterfly, and woke up pondering if perhaps he was just a butterfly dreaming he was a man. The mountain trees bring about their own demises [by being useful], burning oil exhausts itself in fire [when people use... Continue Reading →
The Dung Pile
As I was stumbling, I came across this site on Buddhist Stories. The very first story was The Worm, about two Buddhist monks who died within months of each other, but whose afterlives went in very different directions: one went to Heaven, while the other became a worm in a dung pile. Here's the story:... Continue Reading →
Are We Chinese Losing Our Culture?
A discourse on what culture really means. Is culture based on race? Is it based on skin-colour? Culture is really what we define it as, so why kick up such a big deal when "culture" is threatened?
Rules I Live By
Here are some rules I live by. I had never actually consciously used them, until the last few years, where I've learned through greater self-awareness what drives the motivations behind me. I do think that most of these are "positive", but like Rule #1 on my list, "there is nothing either good or bad but... Continue Reading →
His Final Wish
A terminally ill 15-year-old boy has one final wish: to not die a virgin.
The Tricky Business of Identity
"Who are you, really?" asks she. "I am who you think I am." says he. "Don't play games with me." "Who else could I be? Tell me." "I want to know what you think most people think you are." "Popular opinion does not a man make." "A man's identity is only so much as people... Continue Reading →
On Humility
Q: What do you think is your strongest attribute? I would go for humility. Humility is, I find, the best policy. Q: Humility is the best policy? That's interesting. How about honesty? Do you not think that's important? Humility is in itself a lie.
Morning Cycle
I decided last night that I would wake up this morning to go cycling. This was something I hadn't done in a few years, and thus I thought it would be a nice way of bringing back some memories. I used to run/cycle in the early mornings back when I was in the Poly; back... Continue Reading →
Donn, fragments 