do not get the god debate, how god is embroiled into all of this. its mention and allusion but a distraction and flurry-inducing din of another sort.
the din is here and now, it is immediate and real and palpable and present.
if you do not collude with it, very well.
what is merely respect and an outpouring of emotions does not connote any kind of deification.
that 'deification' is but a tool you wield to put a label on a mass of people acting the same way. you fail to understand and capture the nuances of the herd, the reasons for the herd, the underlying singularity of an emotion felt so keenly. because you are always at the fringes – thinking, analysing, intellectualising, dismissing... you conveniently label it as a kind of mass hysteria because your precise failings are heightened and made glaring and apparent by this phenomenon.
but if you will, if you must, then at least this god has touched those (not mine) lives in real, monumental, inspiring and society-changing ways. other gods, as some merely 'believe' to have existed but have never met, remain unknown, nebulous and superfluous.
for the naysayers, recognise that the powerful and successful and influential will always be divisive and polarising, as you yourself, are. maybe you are both two sides of the same coin.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
if anything, at least people are getting riled up – feelings pregnant, thoughts abundant, chatter aplenty
if anything, you learn more with each passing minute – a facet of Singapore, a facet of life, a facet of humankind
if anything, you are taught about will, drive, unfettered determination and steely intellect
if anything, the living is alive,
and the dead – more alive than ever.
perhaps, this is reality. reality begins now.
you're celebrated, either way.
thank you, Mister, you were a true gangster, a heart-stopper, a fighter, a mover, a shaker and a legend.
Monday, March 23, 2015
just a quick outpouring. not of sadness or rage, or grief or overwhelming gratitude at this point, but a general feeling of angst? because i sense the kind of hypocrisy that borders, albeit thinly, around what-has-been, what-has-happened, things made so flesh and real that it is simply is a marriage of convenience that you collude with the understanding. it's funny how it takes something monumental to happen for perspective to be gained. can you say the same years ago, despite knowing the same truths? can you speak with so much maturity of thought and 'balance' back then? it's funny how higher sensing only comes with big events. when really, it was all laid out, flesh as fuck all along. so suddenly, consensus is felt, understandings understood, feelings placated? fuck you. and to those who ride on the fact that Singapore is all about material wealth and places no support or investment in the cultural or artistic currency, fuck you too. this is no fucking utopia(to you, but it is, in many ways, one to me), so count yourselves lucky you have a roof over your fuckin head.
“To understand Singapore and why it is what it is, you’ve got to start off with the fact that it’s not supposed to exist and cannot exist.”- Lee Kuan Yew