should religion be a private domain or public

Religionists take the moral high ground and regard atheists as morally deficient but when holy representatives abuse their positions for self enrichment or sexual or power abuse,then expect faith as no different from the faithless.

within or without

the journey within is more painful
than the journey without
to let go is a million times harder than to cling on
our attachment to people a  dead knot that is unwilling to unravel
free the mind
free our attachments

Lament by Qu Yuan

LiSao   Lament   

Lament

By Qu Yuan

Before old age o'ertake thee on thy way,
Life still is young; to profit turn thy day.
Spring is but brief, when cuckoos start to sing,
And flowers will fade that once did spread and spring."

A musing

The power of the living dead

Goodbye and the right to be forgotten

If life is a dream ,the death is an awakening isn't it?

The power of the dead on the living has seen us  preserving past monks to state leaders in living corpse that don't decompose according to the laws of nature.

After their death ,the present uses the past to reenact the dead because of their usefulness to remind the present -don't forget the past contributions.Why not judge the present by what they do in the here and now and let sleeping dogs lie.

This fetish  for the living dead dishonours them for they wouldn't let the present change as they are still in the grips of the dead.

If we don't preserve their actual bodies,them we carve and erect statues of them to make sure they are not forgotten.Only humans would do that-for animals accept death as a part of life and let go of the dead to return to ashes and dust. Humans are so a musing..

Is vice a form of neurological affliction?

After knowing the neurological basis of addictions,how would big businesses love to get a grip on the findings to make us into addicts of goods and services.

When retail therapy keeps businesses roaring,what else are we so compulsively obsessed with?
Of course to get a shopper's high is not the lesser of two evils compared to gambling or drinking,nevertheless burning a hole in our pockets and sinking into debt fuelled shopaholism destroys one's credit-worthiness but looking at how tourism spending in Asean seems to hit on such addictions like sex tourism,shopping tourism or gambling tourism,there is a mountain of wealth to be made from addictions to vices.What causes people to be addicted to virtual reality like compulsive online activities to overeating on fatty and sweet food to risk taking behaviours surely stem from some neurotic disorders or psycho /mental disorders.Sin is more profitable than virtue.

The bonds of time

How does a family break up?


The story started with grandpa Chan who worked in a rice importing shop at Petaling Street.He had a stern face but was hardworking.According to mom ,they had a quiet life after retirement but their love diminished into a cold war when he had psoriasis and felt she was reluctant to help him dress his sores.Two strangers living under the same roof who used the grandchildren to pass messages to each other .he pored over traditional chinese herbs,brewed concoctions and used himself as a guinea pig for his poultices.The one striking memory is in his meticulous recording in chinese writing of the acupuncture points of the human body and the other of his wonderful green fingers in which he poured his heart into growing vivid dahlias,zinnias,gladiloli,japanese roses and even delphinium in the small patch of land in front of the shophouse in which half was occupied by  Merlin photos and the other half was our tailor shop.Grandma the matriach was a food connoiseur who lovingly made niengao,fried peanut puffs and all the New Year delicacies.I kept the grinding stone mill in my home as a momento of the rice flour she ground to steam the nian gao.I inherited the love of plants and greenery from my grandpa's deep abiding passion in flowering plants.
    Mom was frugal and my earliest memory was of  her sewing our swimming costumes and buying pink organza to sew our Chinese New Year dresses.How Hardworking their generation was as the shop only closed on Sunday when all the cousins,aunts and uncles would gather at our shophouse and everyone pitched in to cook a feast ,the coconut pancakes,the hairy gourd pancakes sprinkled with dried prawns and waxed sausage bits.They devoted their time and energy to the children and immediate family -the homecooked nasi lemak and barbeque at  Templer's park and Port Dickson or when mom saved her money to takes us to see Disney on ice or a Chinese acrobatic show.
     Every New Year ,she went to yap Ah Loy's temple the Sze Ya temple at Petaling Street to ask for blessings for the New Year.Dad was the gung ho guyb  who loved fishing,the outdoors swimming and hunting and a deep passion for eating.Now one's ashes are scatttered at sea and the other
s ashes at the Kwangtung temple cemetery.The extended family on both sides are unhappy with us for breaking them apart in death.

Jia Bian

The novel by Ba Jin strikes a chord in my heart now that the family has fallen apart ,driven by the potent divisive forces of both religion and money.

Ba Jin 's novel on the disintegration of a family in the early 20th century reminds me of that trip to Anren old town in Sichuan which coincidentally was the birthplace of Ba Jin. It would be wonderful if a drama version of the Family could be reenacted in Anren as it has the aura of nostalgia ,old world grandeur and a certain charm of that era when individual's destiny was dictated by filial piety .Influences of the West clashed with traditional values but come to think of it,those Confucian values were wiped out during the Cultural revolution which pitted the Red guards of the youths against the traditional values of filial piety .