Description:
A philosophical discussion: should we believe in God even if we don't have evidence?
Supposing He Doesn't Exist
About me
Name: Geoffery Theodore Micheal Garfield Thomas Pelonius Arckleshaw II.
Real name: Luke Wolfson/Ori Ben-zeév
other names: Alowyn, Thought Fox, Orio, Prakash... anything you want, really, just so long as you don't call me Fred.
Age: for those who enjoy maths: (π*(3.18- 1.36/5 + 5log20)+8.13- sin76)*2¯¹ + log(4720630.413/2.
32) - 12cos59
for those who don't, 18.
Current residence in real world: Johannesburg
Current residence in imaginary worlds: a small apartment in a desert-city; a frozen mountain; a bright blue cloud; in a bedouin tent and on a plane to a vague destination.
Nationality according to birth: Israeli
Nationality according to passport: South African
Nationality according to friends: Indian.
I just consider myself human ^_^
Favourite:
Book: The Hitch-hiker's Guide to The Galaxy
Film: Veer-Zaara
food: all
Current career: writer/pupil
Desired career: a vagabond author travelling the world...
reasonable desired career: Uh...
Languages spoken: English, Hebrew, Afrikaans, Hindi, tiny bit of Spanish.
Languages sung: Spanish, Hindi, Turkish, a bit of Arabic and Tamil
greatest question: whether lard is used in the manufacture of doughnuts.
(Answer: apparently so! Methinks I shall avoid them hereafter )
wildest dream: sparking a conversation with a complete stranger on a public transport. If she is female, finish off the conversation with, "(person's name)? You're beautiful. I just thought i should say that before i left." Depart hastily.
Personal wisdom: At the end of it all, there is only one thing that truly matters... what's for lunch.
My Writings
In The Eyes of the Beholder
Come and Play With Me
good neighbours
'My' Wikis
ie. wikis i belong to. no, i don't own them.
My House is a Safe Zone.
Weirdoes United!
My Photo Albums
Editing my older photo albums for the sake of all that's good and pretty.
Thailand-Hong Kong 2005
Israel - just outside the war
pehle chutti bharat men
My Poetry (all poems are copyrighted)
I didn't ask to be this way
I didn’t ask to grow up in a free society.
I didn’t ask to be open-minded.
I didn’t ask to be born.
So Mom, Dad, please
Don’t call me a traitor.
Upon Waking in a Desert
Your cunning wit is within the warm sand
and your calm wisdom within the cool night;
Your knowledge - every dune across the land;
your beauty - the Eastern sun taking flight.
But you, love - outside my dreams
where are you?
The Distant Star
The harsh summer sun has long set;
the crickets gently usher the night.
I lie down and gaze into the sky:
a single star gives out her light.
I reach my hand out to my star,
but she is as distant as a lost lover.
I speak to her, perhaps she’ll reply –
if not tonight then on another.
I watch my star longingly;
she answers with her dancing gleam.
Oh, how beautiful! How bright! How wondrous –
But as distant as a dream.
The clouds restlessly shuffle about;
the houselights blare with jealousy,
both active like the bustle of life,
but my star still sets me free.
But then the arrogant sun rises
and forces on me its blinding light.
I sadly bid my star farewell:
I’ll only dream of her at night.
The Silver Platter
Upon this silver platter
adorned with jewels and polished to shine
lies a land
power
wealth
freedom
But also upon this silver platter
upon which emperors alone would dine
lie nations
war
anguish
death
I beg, keep this metal platter away -
with peaceful life's wooden plate I shall stay.
Only Fools Declare Love
Only fools declare love
for even the sweetest words are nothing,
a spoonful of sugar in an ocean.
Yes, no mouth 'round affection is closing
and no tongue quiet will remain
but even in love's absence tongues may dance
and mouths open
Yet only true love
drives all of one to madness.
Hush, dear heart, of love not a word do speak
but rather show it to the one you seek
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