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Is this — healthy? You meet a girl, you see her over a few months, you develop a feeling, deeper, more pristine, profound, sublime than you have ever experienced — and suddenly, you have this strong sense of fleeing away from it. Why? Because you feel — what is the word I am looking for — unclean. I mean, spiritually unclean.

Let me explain. Bare with me. There is this verse in the Bible where God tells Mosses, “Do not come any closer…Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground’”.

That is also what…


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Warning. Keep away from this piece. Reading it is eating from the Tree of Knowledge. Blessed are the ones who do not know. Knowledge contained in it useful as it maybe will only corrupt you, as all knowledge does.

You have been warned.

This is my interpretation of the Secret of who we are hidden in plain sight.

Once upon a time before the beginning of time, a being appeared in the middle of nowhere. He thought and He thought the universe with everything in it into existence. Thought is creation. Creation is projection of being, of what the being…


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Lazy, ponderous Sunday afternoon. I am seated before my friend at his place. He is — talking. I stare at the window behind him; it is raining outside.

“You are not listening to me, aren’t you?” he says, at length, surprised.

“No, I am not,” I admit, apologetically, bringing back my attention to him.

“But I hear you,” I add.

I hear you. The phrase brings back a singular memory. I was out on a date with a girl, Japanese. We had little language in common: she spoke little English, and I even lesser Japanese. …


an awkward incident in the life of a teacher

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Terror comes in different forms to different teachers. To some, it comes in the form of embarrassment when their attempt at cracking jokes meets with dead silence — you know that awkward moment when you nervously laugh and look around for laughter that would never come, your face twitches, and you fall back to your lesson with the words “Any way — ”. At such moments, you wish you had an ejecting seat like that of war planes to shoot away from such humiliating situations. To others, it is when their minds go blank in the middle of lecture and…


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I am sick. It is a sickness of rather spiritual nature. In a word, I suffer from acute cowardice; I am fearful as the crow, a coward at heart. I have made this unpleasant discovery only recently, when I was laid off work, when all my security was pulled from under my feet, and I was left out there. As the last of my savings trickled down, I met my true self face to face, which until then was hid to me behind complacence, all jittery, despicable. …


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I am in one of my rather frequent drunken, chatty mood as I sit here in the cheerful café. I spark a conversation with the young lady next to me, staring blankly in front of her over her notebook and a cup of macchiato, her pen limp in her right hand.

“I am a writer,” she says, smiling broadly. I am clearly a welcome intrusion.

“No, you are not,” I remark.

“I beg your pardon,” She is surprised.

“You are not a writer,” I repeat with a straight face.

“I have written three successful books, I will have you know,”…


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You have probably heard it countless times — a family is a lot like a country, perhaps even more country than a country.

First there is the Day of the Interdependence from the burdensome independence of singlehood, when the couple stand before the world, make the vow ‘to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith’, and tie the knot. …


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Substantial part of my communication with the world takes place with the click shut of the door of my room, when I am alone, inside its four walls and the roof over my head, when no one is watching, in the little things I do and do not do with the time in my disposal. I am most transparent to the world when I am in the privacy of my room; the four walls and roof give me but false privacy. The world thus pays less heed to the incongruent acts I perform out in the open. …


Jerusalem and religion

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To an outsider, there is nothing remarkable about this land. Located in the Judean Mountains between the Dead Sea and the Mediterranean Sea, the 125 kilometre square piece of land called Jerusalem, unlike the natural resources rich countries surrounding it, does not boast so much resources. However, this narrow strip of land, especially the Old City that makes up 0.9 square kilometre inside the modern Jerusalem, holds the greatest symbolic significance for the three major monotheistic religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam. It is considered as the place ‘where God resided’, the city of God. It is their Holy Land. For…


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Do you feel like your life is the recurrence, every day, of the parable of the lazy servant, “a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them. Upon returning home, after a long absence, the master asks his three servants for an account of the talents he entrusted to them.…”(Matthew 25:14–30); that every night, just before your senses close off to sleep, your conscience accosts you, asks how you have spent the twenty-four hours of your existence.

Which of the three servants are you most of the days? If you are like me…

Gebriel Alazar Tesfatsion

I envy the eloquence of silence.

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