Pedo Mellon a Minno: November 2016

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016

How time flies... another minute, another hour, another day, another month, another year, another decade, another lifetime. And yet there are things to be thankful for, the sweet and bitter, the heath and heather. Another page unfolds, another glimpse of eternity. Options, Questions, missing leporine, wandering wonders, why...
Yah·weh nā·ṯan, Yah·weh lā·qāḥ; yə·hî šêm Yah·weh mə·ḇō·rāḵ.

Future Perfect

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

α εστιν σκια των μελλοντων,
το δε σωμα του χριστου
These are a shadow
of the things that were to come;
the reality, however,
is found in Christ.
Colossians II.17

This is an ongoing journal resource recording the raves and rants of a living paradox: a malaysian born in singapore living in australia, an ACSian from RJ, an ethnic chinese having problems with mandarin, an engineer trained as a physicist who just wants to be a musician, sleeps in the day and works at night, where to live is Christ and dying is gain. When not in the lab, he can be found ambling through the outback, or jamming in some secluded corner of the island with friends. Research interests include musical acoustics, judaica, inner asia and christian philosophy. The author enjoys aching sunsets and good friends over a cup of darjeeling anytime.

Pedo Mellon a Minno

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016

Future Perfect

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