We are bubbles in the cosmic soup, so says one philosopher. I have constantly revolted against this idea although, circumstances oftentimes lean towards it. Life is random. Life is ephemeral. One day we burst and vanish in thin air to oblivion. Yet, we humans have the capacity triumph beyond our mortality. We carve momentous victories. We spread good deeds.
…and we establish relationships that could defy time and distance ; even endures in the afterlife: Be it filial, romantic, or friendship.
Ok, that is heavy. Blame it on the booze. Its depressant effect is now taking its toll on me. As I type this, my head is swirling and feel my shoulders slowly dissipate. I feel there is big lump in my throat. I just came from friend's despedida party with her family. What started out as fun party became emotionally charged and exhaustively lachrymal soap opera.
Please allow me to indulge. My best friend, the only one left, is leaving for US for good and I must admit, it breaks my heart. So Kathy, my dear, my best friend, this is for you:
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
---e e cummings
