Another Time Capsule

2012 came and went. 2013 is almost gone. But little do the lemmings know that the window is still wide open for the harbinger, the destroyer, the horned beast. Will Nibiru find its path crossing ours within our lifetime?

A mere dozen sunsets and Northern India shall surround me. 15 more, then Kathmandu is upon me. All this when the crazy Western powers are gathering up their warships to Syria (this was foreseen many years ago). But just to recap: Iraq, Libya, Syria, and Iran are pretty much countries which threatened the petro-dollar system. And systematically and predictably they fall, one by one.

New office. New career. New chapter. New CEO (Steve Ballmer to step down in about a year). William had a baby boy. My apartment getting is still chaotically organized. I walked out of my home towards my car. As I was leisurely walking down the sidewalk to the covered parking I had a subtle, long-forgotten feeling of, "I'm glad to be alive". I got into my car and shut the door. I think to myself - many are suffering. Many are less fortunate. How selfish to think of the universe on my terms? I suppose if you believe in what the narrow-minded and bigoted "scientists", and professors, and their so-called university-educated student alumni tell you, then it is the only way. It's a matter of "survival of the fittest". It is simple evolution at work. Nothing moral or immoral abut it. But as some are wise to know - this is their greatest weakness. They are blind to their assumptions and silly, illogical arguments. You see, friends, evolution is the excuse to do anything we damn well please. Because IF the unimaginably complex and beautiful universe, with all its energy, matter, and creatures in it, has come into existence by only randomness and by chance alone, with no input of creative thought or energy, then the universe is meaningless. But any free-thinking, self-respecting, and openly honest individual, once given a genuine consideration, would probably agree - there is something more to this universe.

Broken

My heart had a wonderful opportunity to love and to be loved recently these past few months. Sadly things did not pan out favorably for me. I was afraid i would go through depression and broken-heartedness again. I knew it was coming, so i felt prudent to foresee myself sweeping the shattered pieces. But to my surprise, i had learned something tragic - the shattered pieces still they lay from countless days ago. Never touched. Never swept. Never healed. There was nothing left to be broken.