Munching Through Pages

     I like paper.  The smell of it vie for the place of my coffee.  I am acidic actually but that doesn't prevent me drinking it.  Paper is the same but of course I don't eat it nor do I boil it for drinking.  It's more like the expense I need to throw  just to have it and, in truth,  I don't have a real job for that kind of hobby.  I tell you though that it wasn't a hobby.  I have long been in an affair with paper--  with words mostly.

     I love to read.  Growing up without any books to borrow was both depressive and has stunted my growth.  Yet I was resourceful.  The only thing I take pride of since I'm too clumsy and just too boring.  I began to read every thing: old newspapers and magazines, my uncles' textbooks, can labels, cookie boxes, shampoo and soap labels, etc.  I follow advice from my teacher's and aunts until I became so obssessed with words that I can't live without them.

     I'm still on a tight budget.  Luckily, my good friend luck whispered to my cousin that he should lend me new books.  Now, I'm very happy to just devour them.   Books, books, just come in my way...  Any body got a news paper?     

Divine in Us

   

        My cousin asked me today if divinity meant that you can perform, well, things that are on the side of being magical; that God was called 'God' just because he can, say , open up sea or turn water into wine.  I told him that miracles doesn't mean that you have to conjure something out of thin air just to call it a miracle.  sometimes, having influence some one to leave his evil ways for good is considered a miracle.

     To be able to live each day, to see the sun cross the sky day and night, to be able to bring a new life, to be able to admit mistakes is a miracle.  We beings of this world is a miracle.  Who could have thought that of all the galaxies in the universe, of all the planets, only our EARTH was able to produce such complex and diverse living soup.  Isn't that considered a miracle?

     What is important now is that how are we able to continue that miracle? Can we create so much more?  The answer to that question depends on each individual.   If we considered ourselves the vessels of miracles then maybe- just maybe- we can make a much better world full of wonderfull things that we can call miracles.  Surely that make us all living things considered divine, doesn't it?