
Standing on the commanding tower With edges of the world beneath my feet My tongue fills with flame of battle calls The bell tolls for whom stand tall The witch's halo over the vagabond



Writing history is like keeping our collective
human diary. It keeps records of the goings-on in the world in a vertical
manner. Horizontally, the fate of human beings also interlaces hopelessly
together, as the Chinese would have it, “The whole body is disturbed by the
pulling of one single strand of hair.” However, putting the matter in its
A spot of human stain smudged on a dirty window pane
Murky shadow cast thru an unintended tangled chain
How many sunsets must precede tiring nights?
『你不要死,你不要死」-瑤瑤(台灣名思想家) 1990-?
Recently the media on the island ran a slew of heated discussions on the much-debated “kill-so-large” (殺很大)
franchise of on-line video games commercials. The prima donnas in those
commercial campaigns usually feature seemingly underage girls with
child-like voices and physiques, yet at the same time possess
Cool breeze blowing in the night,
It’s a cloudless mid-April state of mind
How I wish the wind could keep waltzing
Once
a master was asked whether human beings have free will. The master then
told the disciple to raise any one of his feet, the disciple raised his
left foot as was told. The master asked him, did you have free will in
choosing which foot u could’ve raised. The disciple answered, “Yes, I