it was as if the earth met the sky in a splash of random paint, when the sun sets. random yet inexplicably resplendent. i was trying to find the stars last night in the somber sky. i remember counting five or six. then reflecting back on the trip to kluang in the wilderness, where the cloudless sky was blanketed with an array of stars, millions of them. i felt a sense of let down.

its times like this, where all of societal's scandals and earthly thoughts are shut out, that you begin reflecting on the nature of the origin of things. philosophy they call it. its times like this that you realise the tangibility of a Creator. the undeniable fact that all things spring forth from a supernatural. no doubt, i've considered the possibility of all things coming forth from nothing, yet the logical odds point to the former.

staring at the stars reminiscing only made me want to be with the stars. how wonderful it would be to be propelled into outerspace. the quietness of vacuum, and the coolness of the absence of heat. peace and serenity. twas a great place to recollect the complications of life. life. emotions, instincts, schedules. i wish they never existed, then life would be innocent and pure. innocence and purity, the things we never will completely possess. the cruelty of reality.

it looks like things will never be the way before adam took that bite.

1 Thessalonians 5:21
'Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.'