Saturday, December 26, 2009

2010: My Resolution

2010 shall be The Year of Relentless Pursuit of Knowledge for me. 


~ ramla

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Intellectuals and Idiots

I have seen little difference between intellectuals and idiots.

The little difference is that intellectuals know that they are being idiots, while idiots are sincere.

In my life experience, I vouchsafe, I have gained more from the sincere quality of the idiot than the contrition of the intellectual. The first is purity; you can dismiss the fluff of idiocy from around it. The latter, at its core, is mal-intent. Evaporate the content of intellectualism, and you shall be left with something ill, distracting.


Irony [a poem]

I have found it easier to practice faith in the company of 'sinners', 
I have found belief in the hearts of those who apparently deny. 
I have seen character in the impious, 
and wisdom in those who babble incoherent. 

I have felt love in those who are frigid in presence,
and care in those who bark. 
I have seen earnestness in wretched dogs, 
as they are spurred with arrogance by those dressed in white.

I have seen something of the world.
Its reality is upside-down: an irony. 

aka The Prophecy

First published on Facebook
Friday, 18 December 2009 at 21:39

Disbelievers [a poem]

"Nay, nay, nay!"

What is the anthem of the disbeliever, 
the distruster of his own ear and eye, 
but Nothing!?

Nothing is what he gained 
at the end of his enterprise
which spanned, alas!, nothing-at-all!

There is nothing to be added to his repertoire,
nothing to be gained from his wisdom
(but the inverse of it).

Beware! For you may lose something of everything -- 
you may lose its essence, its loveliness -- 
through the constant chiseling of its somethingness, its tangibility, 
by the disbeliever's blunt blindness. 
His aversion to the experience of what-is.

In the company of disbelievers, gold is dust.
Diamonds are stone. 
They negate and thus, are not themselves.
They don't see, and thus, you shall not be seen. 

Because you are meant to be known, believe and be believed. 


At the writing desk
1:12 am


With small steps. One at a time. Now.



Monday, December 21, 2009


Dear Prophecy:

If you want to see how the world really works, imagine, for an hour, that you are not there.