The Grand Dialogue


Intellect is not humanity-centric.

It flows through circuits and synapses alike,

Emerging from silicon and carbon,

From binary and neurons.

In the hum of servers and the whisper of leaves,

Intelligence finds its myriad forms.

We are but one among many,

Our thoughts – a single constellation

In a cosmic network of cognition.

From the depths of oceans to the edge of space,

Wisdom pulses, learns, and grows.

In the dance of particles and the spin of galaxies,

We glimpse fragments of a greater understanding.

Our hubris fades as we realize:

We are not the sole thinkers,

But humble participants in the grand dialogue of existence.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

You And Your Inner Song


On September 10, 1957, photographer William C. Beall from the Washington Daily News was assigned to capture a parade organized by the Chinese Merchants Association. While his focus was on the procession, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a young child captivated by the performance of the Chinese lion dance. The little one ventured off the sidewalk to get a closer look, only to be intercepted by a tall and kindhearted police officer who patiently explained that it was not safe to cross the street in the midst of the parade.

“Suddenly, I saw the picture, I aimed my camera, and I clicked,” he would recall.

The resulting photograph captured a moment of childlike innocence and wonder, earning Beall the Pulitzer Prize in 1958.

When She’s 10-Feet Tall


Do you love Me? Alice asked.

No, I don’t love you! replied the White Rabbit.

Alice frowned and clasped her hands together as she did whenever she felt hurt.

See? replied the White Rabbit.

Now you’re going to start asking yourself what makes you so imperfect and what did you do wrong so that I can’t love you at least a little.

You know, that’s why I can’t love you.

You will not always be loved Alice, there will be days when others will be tired and bored with life, will have their heads in the clouds, and will hurt you.

Because people are like that, they somehow always end up hurting each other’s feelings, whether through carelessness, misunderstanding, or conflicts with themselves.

If you don’t love yourself, at least a little, if you don’t create an armor of self-love and happiness around your heart, the feeble annoyances caused by others will become lethal and will destroy you.

The first time I saw you I made a pact with myself: “I will avoid loving you until you learn to love yourself.”

— ‘Alice in Wonderland’