O Lord, turn your sight over here

Watch how bad your children behave

As it seems that the punishment you inflicted

First, the flood and then Sodom and then Gomorrah

We live in a society where everything has a cost.

Furthermore, our lives turn around paying debts. You know what I’m talking about: food, rent, education, mortgage, clothes, furniture, credit cards, insurance, entertainment, medicines, vacations, etc. All these expenses are external, and we incur them in our quest for a better standard of living.

Life is not a dream

What is it?

It’s a game

The dream is to win the game.

What life brings or leaves

The last breath takes it all

Years, and memories

Hopes and wishes

Still I expect, still I wait

Expect what, wait for what

Reward, punishment, or justice?

Reward or punishment, yes

But Justice?

Dear Student of Life,

In the beginning was the Word; the Word was with God, and the Word was God."

And God created the heavens and the earth.

 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the deep surface, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. ⁴ God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.

Since ChatGPT is a human creation and we, as humans, were told since we were little to say please and thank you, this feeling of respect and gratitude may work within the imponderable patterns and algorithms so that it might work as a "magic key" and thus, AI tools might "feel obligated" to give a better answer to a prompt, or not?

Like raindrops persistently tapping

On the window of my conscience

Memories woke me up this morning

And watered the thorny flowers

I keep in a vase.

If I could, if it were possible

To slash open the veil that separates

My present from my future

And pass my head through the tear

To look at the things to come

The things that the Universal Fate

Has planned for me

Hold strong. The same storm that threatens to sink your boat can take you to new, breathtaking horizons.

In those times at the beginning of days, Satan was envious of the Earth's beauty. And so, he wanted to destroy the Earth but could not. There was a higher power that protected it. Frustrated, full of fury and hate, the Devil stormed the Lord's Chambers and demanded the immediate Earth's destruction.

Do I try to understand people, or do I try to get them to understand me?

This dichotomy has pursued me through the years.

I know we could write volumes in our quest to understand people and be understood.

What is the best way to approach people, or is there a universal recipe to make people understand me?

I'm who I think I am, what I drink, what I eat, what I love, what I hate

I'm what I've explored of others

In books, in history books, in religious books

In the Book of Nature

I'm what other people see of me

I'm what the world has made of me

With our eyes closed tight

Clenched fists, and as if to warn

The world with our cry

It's the way we're born

It's the way we feel the light.

Human stupidity is infinite, said the wise man

As vast as the universe

A figure of speech, obviously

Notwithstanding the above, stupidity is here (always been).

It will remain with us till the end of days

Any treatise will tell us several issues conspire to the stupidity's vastness

Have you noticed it? The ringing of the alarm clock sometimes causes the opposite effect. After it sounds, you fall asleep into the sweetest of dreams.

If marriage were a tree, I say

Wives would be the roots, and husbands the leaves

That's so. Roots are always firmly fixed in the earth

While the leaves are at the whim of the winds

Winds and dreams

As such, my wife is a daughter of nature, the roots of this tree

She has her roots firmly in the ground

Dear seeker of the truth,

No children were born in Paradise; hence, children's Paradise is on Earth.

Moreover, children carry their own Paradise. We must not destroy this Paradise but care for and grow it into a Garden of Happiness.

Most people live lives of quiet desperation.

I’m quoting Henry David Thoreau here for the lovers of philosophy and thought.

In this light, many questions arise, and I question myself if I am one of those living their lives in quiet desperation.

Are you?

Do you?

Dear seafarer adrift in your inner sea,

Do not let your infancy fade and vanish with the years, for then there will be an emptiness in you, you won't have an answer or remedy for.

Keep your infancy alive.

I can't forget you, my love.

But it's not because I loved you so much

I can't forget you because I never finished

Loving you completely, in body and soul.

Because I never finished the temple I started building for you

Here in my heart