Give me a reason to stay here.
I've got too many to count.

Thursdays are good days. This Thursday was particularly good. I did well for my econ mid-term, had a good poli sci class, a good discussion on 'The Clash of Civilizations' with my poli sci classmate. A great talk on legalising marijuana. lunch. study. dinner with triad. prayer. giggling.

Greg.
Has MS.
Couldn't sit still throughout the talk.
Is beautiful.
Is alive.
tries hard to be understood.
Is old enough to make his own decisions.
Has a beautiful partner.
Is suffering.
Needs Pot.
Has been on pot since he was 13.
Is human.
Impacted me.
Has a point.

Legalise Marijuana. And everything else too, so says DJ. Put all the money into education instead. Let's be really liberal and allow people to make decisions for themselves. If we wanted to be really paternalistic, It would probably be a better deal of a parent to let his kids go, while equipping them with the right tools to make wise choices.
Of course this would only work in Canada. Singapore should just keep gum banned.

Pidgeons and the Crumbs
I was in North America today, in the West. Sitting on a bench outside the SUB, lunching on pepperoni pizza, Basking in the sun in 10 degree weather. Feeding pidgeons with the dispensible crust of my meal, watching students hussle by adorned with academic halos, soaking in life, with an American Liberal.

It was just like the movies. Only true.

Truth.
I will not endevour to be anything else other then truth.
I desire to project myself as I really am.
Transparent.
Honest.
True.

So we sit in the darkness of a blackout, opposing ends. Studying each other's features in the gentle precious light that slipped though the open door of the hallway. Nothing else to do, nothing that could be done. People jostling around the interior dark, screaming jumping loud along the lit stairwell. Nothing else to do, nothing that could be done.

So we sit in the darkness of a black out, opposing ends. Saying nothing, nothing needing to be said but insteading, knowing, sensing, feeling, drinking. Alive, organic and wild. The energy escalates to reality beyond understanding yet beyond doubt. Nothing else to do, everything being done. Alive, organic and wild.

Being in the presence of God, such that we do not need to speak but only enjoy, that is the ultimate fulfilment. Being still, knowing that He is God, and letting Him be lover of your soul. Alive organic and wild. Dancing, sharing, touching, loving. Not father and child, nor faithful lover to faithless wife, nor provider nor friend. But in that moment, lover. Nothing else to do, everything being done, by Christ on the Cross.