Category: This Person

A lab, Beloved
Is it closed on a Sunday?
I'd like to meet you.

This life to me is a laboratory in which I do my jobs to become. Every day is a new expression, experiment, finding, disclosure, on and on. My senses are the doors with which all the consumables, samples and specimens that sometimes line up nicely on the racks of my labs, or sometimes just fall down on the floors as a bulk, or sometimes disappear before even being touched or registered.

How do I feel in a lab?

That’s not the right question. It should be how do I feel as a lab?

It’s so fun to catch everything flying like dusts through my senses: messy messages, unfiltered algorithms, layered truths, disguised symbols, weak signals, etc…. They started approaching me as disturbances in my early tenure in the lab, until finally I realized that I’ve been a lab prepared & grown with high technology named “human being”—that was when they started becoming the witnessed, the witness, the evidences and the proofs that days in life are chains of processes whose miracles are blinking as information, data, insight and wisdom on and on and on. I thought information to data to insight to wisdom was a rigid line; then again this lab strangled me with reality that with my simple observation and questioning, even a wisdom could have beeen an info or data. 

The way I’ve made hypothesis has educated me with “smart guess” when direct answers are on the way. The predictions loyally accompany me on the way of experimentation in which by times I have to let go a lot of variables after trial and error with which I keep everything else exactly the same; letting go off variable is truly big leaps in my lab—teaching me that nothing can live forever even when I stay loyal to it.

If I have a database built in, probably the data in my lab can connect to the akashic records in which everyone else’s akashic ribbons intertwined or at least touch lightly with each other. That explains why sometimes our analysis is similar or even exactly the same even when we don’t know each other—my lab database recognizes other human being’s lab database obviously.

Life is never about conclusion although in the lab I have made a lot of conclusions and put them in the database; yet I am sincerely waiting anytime to re-open the conclusion when the coming specimen tells me to do so. My conclusion will be forced to peel another layer of the onion.

My friendship is precious because my friends & the way we relate with one another have been the power of check and balance to my arrogant if not intelligent conclusions. Peer review among human beings (through direct or indirect interactions) is inevitable.

Alamak! I believe I’m a living witness that the lab is not only me; everyone is. Hello, fellow scientists!

How amazing life is!

Dear, Beloved. It is blessed to be alive. Someday when this blessing is taken back, please make it a gift to those finding it.

Thank you.

Dear, Love….

(continually updated for clarity and accuracy, fyi I rarely review my draft before uploading) 🍀