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A Dreamer

I realise that this is in complete defiance of the HIATUS written down there, but I DON'T CARE. Chinese, y'know, is like, right up to here in my list of priorities.

I dunno if you've ever felt this before, this nagging feeling of being trapped, in this microscopic world we call singapore. No, not in the angsty teenagery sense, but this vague discomfort at how small-minded we can be.

I mean, this is a red dot on a blue dot in a vast cosmos of black, and yet we spend our entire lives obsessing over the most minute, most inconsequential of ideas. Out there, kashmiris are dying from criminal humanitarian incompetence, iraqis are voting in the greatest election in their history, H5N1 is slowly spreading westwards and mutating into the worst pandemic in a century, global warming is threatening to bake this planet dry, while we plug our ears with ipods and block the world out with walls of familiar noise.

I crave some solid sense of satisfaction at having completed something worthwhile, leaving a mark on humanity. Even more so, there's this longing for a sense of vastness, open expanses, the kind associated with rolling mountains, the gulfs of the cosmos, the moons of jupiter, the galaxy of electrons in a sodium atom, blankets of forests teeming with life, an open sky stretching from horizon to horizon.

Instead all we care about is getting that 4.0

Maybe that's why I love science. It has that sense of scale, and of profound beauty. Yes, you heard it, beauty. From the seething mess of violent energy at the 10^-33 scale (that's what heisenburg says, anyway), to the majestic spin of our galaxy about its axis, to the structure of the haemoglobin molecule, repeat tens of trillions of times on this earth alone, to the stark simplicity of the calvin cycle, the simple miracle that makes life possible.

A whole galaxy of worlds out there, and we have not yet mastered even one.

Almost makes you religious, ne? I guess humans close their minds 'cause we would go mad with zibeiness when thinking of nature's elegant perfection. Or maybe they create their own art, in a futile effort to equal it.

Like bilbo baggins, I'm going off to the mountains!

oh WHATEVER. knew I couldn't persuade you, anyway =D

EDIT - oh man i just realised how naive i sound. nevermind i stand by it =p