Blood of a warrior

Within my blood that does now flow
Amid the cluttered reddish glow
Lay written the code of life
A way to live, to learn and fight

Bound by oath sworn in act
I will regain what I now lack
Swimming amidst swift current beats
I twist and twirl on feet so fleet

My quest unerring leads to perfection
To stray from my path is out of question
For the way's been marked by royal blood
With will as resolute as stone is hard

Virtues of honor and passion laved
Mortal wounds endlessly I brave
Precious wine spilled on baked earth
An essential ritual to my soul's rebirth

Immaterial quill of unwavering faith
I dip you in essence that I now bathe
Strengthen yourself within my hand
That I may draw upon the land

For peace
For honor
For soul and blood
Blessed be my soul

Dear Dear Mr Scientist...

Oh Mr Scientist. Do you believe in God?

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You don't say. So why are we here Mr Scientist? Is there a purpose or reason behind our existence?

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Ummm...Evolution? So Mr Scientist, what did we evolve from?

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Oh okay. So you really do believe that to be the case Mr Scientist? But then, you mean to say we came from worms. That is a sad truth indeed, isn't it, Mr Scientist?

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So where did these worms come from then? I mean, where did life first come from?

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You don't mean to say that life just popped out of thin air, right? Intelligence and conscience couldn't have just appeared through some random chance, right?

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But Mr Scientist, do you think that everything around us came to be, by chance? It seems to me Mr Scientist, that you would rather believe in chance and random possibilities than a Being with absolute knowledge, control and power over His creations. Am I right to say so?

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Hmmm...So that would be the most logical assumption to be made, now wouldn't it?

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I've always wondered about this, where and how do you think all creation began Mr Scientist?

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The Big Bang theory, it states that all things in the universe began cramped together in a small dot, am I right?

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Well, regardless of whether or not it is true, do you agree that it is easier to comprehend the fact that all matter in the universe had existed without a beginning or any point of creation?

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That being as it is, would that not make it just as simple to say that there is afterall, a possibility that there exists a Being beyond the reaches of time and fate? Would you agree to that?

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You have a point there, Mr Scientist. We would need some proof or basis by which to judge the truth of such a claim, now wouldn't we.

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So tell Mr Scientist, would it be true for me to assume that most events that take place now, appear through chance and probabilities. True?

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Thus, it wouldn't be wrong for me to say that, you believe in chance. Correct?

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Number crunching, percentages, likely outcomes and such. They are all probabilities. Would I be wrong to say such, Mr Scientist?

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If so, I'd think that you believe chance and probability rules over all things. If that is the case, then I see that chance is what you've proposed to rule over all things. Would you disagree with that, Mr Scientist?

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I thought so. Tell me Mr Scientist, facts are based on deduction, aren't they?

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Well, don't you also agree Mr Scientist, that religion bases most of its assumptions on deductions?

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Hmmm... You truly believe so Mr Scientist? How much of it is true, in your point of view?

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In your own words Mr Scientist, how much of religion is in the least bit believable in your eyes?

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I suppose each of us has his own oppinions, eh Mr Scientist? May our search for truth bring us closer to what we seek Mr Scientist. May it bring us closer to what we seek.

:-D

A weapon

A weapon need not be sharp to kill
Neither need it be made of steel
A clear path could be swathed
By rage of axe or wrath of club

But neither need weapon be made to kill
Murder is power turned to ill
Its power to devour turned sour
Drowned in blood, its name twisted

A sword by name is just a weapon
An axe by word an instrument
The callous hands that wield the club
Are the true sources of destruction wrought

Myriad wonders can be built
Torn asunder if so is willed
For the weapon is naught without a wielder
And its commands are those given by the holder

Indeed a weapon is a gift
Laved in power with which to sieve
To draw upon the essence around
To find survival where none could be found

Be aware
The greatest weapon is not physical
It is not one that causes great harm
Rather it's the one that endures.

Science. The art of logic.

Science. It is the logical, methodical understanding of the world. To identify "things". Learn of causes and effects. Why and how things happen. To observe.

Logical. That is science.

But logic. What is logic? The answer: It is a system. A vast interconnected chain of interdependent courses of thought and reasoning.A system that in its essence, is greatly dependent on belief.

What goes up must come down. We've all heard this phrase before. And I'm sure most of you out there are aware of the story of how Isaac Newton discovered gravity.

An apple falls on his head and Newton wondered why this is so. He figured there has to be an invisible force of sorts that attracted the apple to the ground. He named it Gravity.

The logic implied by this story, is that gravity has to exist. The reasoning behind it is the fact that we are all obviously caught within this very web of invisible force.

How do we know? Because we can never set our feet off the ground and remain afloat. There is always this invisible tug that pulls us to the ground.

The logic within this story plays out quite nicely, don't you think? It is believable. It conforms to reality. Science conforms to reality. Logic conforms to reality. Reason. The faculty that gives birth to thought. It is a gift. A power of mind that appears to be humanity's greatest tool.

Reason includes not only our capacity for logical inference, but also our ability to conduct inquiry, to solve problems, to evaluate, to criticize, to deliberate about how we should act, and to reach an understanding of ourselves, other people, and the world - Lakoff and Johnson

Our power of reasoning draws itself out of logic. It is derived from belief of what is real, and what isn't. I repeat. It draws itself out of logic. Nonsensical as it may seem, such is the case. So where does this logic and power of reasoning that scientists utilise develop its foundations? Where does the circle begin?

Beginning. The beginning of logic and reason. Where is it? Science explains this through one word. Observation. Is this true?

death's coming

Had I been ready for death,I would be dead now.

A little something I drew up :D

The power of love

Lost is the hope
Gone is the love
Care not whispered
Bereft of concern


Caught in a breeze
A soul released
A dog unchained
By a world of pain


He feels no longer
Pain does not ponder
Heartless, unfeeling
Detached, emotions of spring


A raven in flight over a field of corpses
Saved from the claws of love's devices
Hatred his boon, anger brings glee
Sadistic madness, a bitter shade of green


His heart empty, a dark shade of blue
His mind twisted by a devil's tool
Gone is the man so young and free
His soul now blackened by the devil's plea


Look upon now what the world has wrought
Born once an infant, now a shroud
Look and see the power of love
And know that it's changed the man above


It showed to him, what others failed to see
Lessons unlearnt by you and me
For in this world of many desires
The desire for love remains the strongest


With each day that love does leave us
It brings with it a piece of our hearts
Piece by piece, day by day
The thoughts of the sane shall slip away


Mourn now oh creature of earth
Yearn for love from the one above
Seek protection from the ties of man
Or lose your soul within this land