Archive for September, 2009

September 11, 2009


No, it”s not a typo.

Before I continue any further here’s the etymology of the word “believe”, courtesy of Online Etymology Dictionary:

O.E. belyfan, earlier geleafa (Mercian), gelefa (Northumbrian), gelyfan (W.Saxon) “believe,” from P.Gmc. *ga-laubjan “hold dear, love,” from PIE base *leubh- “to like, desire” (see love). Spelling beleeve is common till 17c.; then altered perhaps by influence of relieve. To believe on instead of in was more common in 16c. but now is a peculiarity of theology; believe of also sometimes was used in 17c.

I have always felt that the word believe should be spelt belive.

First, it’s a more intuitive spelling. be + live = belive.

Second, it’s a more accurate description. To believe in something, one must become it and in becoming, live the part according to one’s beliefs. Much like an actor acting out a role, a believer creates his role and then acts it out, i.e. the usage of life to create the basis for belief.

In short: Be it, and live it. Belive.


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September 9, 2009



There’s this thing about being awake at a time when people are asleep. Suddenly, instead of being one among many, a leaf in a forest of trees, you take the centre stage  The soft blue glow from the computer monitor, illuminating a tiny arc in front of it, is the only light in an otherwise black carpet. It is like a spotlight that highlights the importance of one self, only not so harsh, softer and gentler. Contrary to popular belief, the darkness  is a comforting dark blue, not black. It conceals, but it also softens;  shapes, colors, details, edges all become indistinct in this dark blue carpet. Even the dirt become indistinct and invisible in this comforting dark. A cloak, for people in need of non-physical warmth.

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It is quiet, but not silent. You can hear the grasshoppers cry in the darkness, sometimes the odd bark. Rather than the cacophony of a full military band, it is the minimal setup, a mood evoking set piece with a keyboard and a low bass. It can feel scary, this absence of noise, but soothing for the weary. Repetitive patterns mix with odd harmonies and melt into a melody that feels right. If color were to be used to describe the melody, it would be a 3 beat of white with strains of a dark sooty red against a background of navy blue.

Addendum: It’s all smoke and mirrors of course; the place has not changed, just the light. But what a difference it makes! The cycle of night and day is but the rotation of a round ball around a single light, creating a series of light scales bigger and grander than any architect can conceive.