User talk:Jayscience

Dear Buddies,

I am interested in knowing my mind. How about you? In my mind I have my memory system. It is a live one. It grows and divides continuously. My memory system like yours is globular. Don't you think so? The globe contains many tiny globes inside. They are arranged vertically and horizontally. Memories are moving inside the many globes in the mind

See you again,

Jayscience

Dear Buddies,

Have you ever thought about our speaking? Do you know that power games going ahead when we are talking? We can think about the language as a force. Simply the force flows the body of words. The language reflects our consciousness and culture simultaneously.

See you again,

Jayscience

Dear Buddies, In my dream I lived in a tiny hut. There were several rooms which were connected. Even though I lived with my wife, there were several people in the house. I could pass over the room through the gate. At the end of the room I could piss out of the house. I had to leave, but realized that I did not have money to travel. I was anxious. I woke up.

My school does not have enought water, because the pump system to draw water was broken. I have to save water. I can piss in the garden.

Let me analyse my dream: I am nervous because I have applied for a visa to go to the USA. How I could live a tiny ancient hut? I am teaching Korean history, so my worries combine with my hisotry class.

I can describe my consciousness as well as dreams via language. Human beings are trained to desribe their experience as they use language. Then they express their thoughts and ideas, and even dreams.

Usually dreams are not real. In my dream I see a person who are dead. In reality he is alive. My dreams are combined with real and unreal things. I will tell you more.

Jayscience

Night
It is raining. Raindrops touch the roof, And knock at the door.

Raindrops sweep dust on lonely campus.

When it stops raining, Silence is coming into the shade of my room. It gently touches my shoulders.

I say, "Welcome! "Have a cup of tea. I am sure you are tired."

The silence smiles in my room. Soon I will be part of the everlasting silence.

Jayscience

Yale Divinity School
Dear Buddies,

I am at Yale alone. I have been searchig books and journals. What is conscious? Am I thinking? I have Yale in my heart. I think, and I exist. Last night I was angry. I was crazy. I tried to prove that Western civilization is wrong. I am wrong. The lecturer said that Western Christianity spreads out in the world. I would like to say that if human beings have the image of God, we have the image of God in our culture. Are Western missionary efforts destroy Asian and African culture or not? I said yesterday that Hinduism is the pride of India. How could Western Christianity walk with Hinduism? Is it possible? I was sad. My wife was angry, because I was crazy. I asked crazy questions to the lecturer. My wife screamed, "I would rather die than live with me." We prayed together. We were coming back home. Heavy rain fell befor us. My wife and I were completely soaked. I could not breathe. I was afraid of the weather. Where was my consciousness? I think and I exist.

Poems
My Lord,

You are blind, for you don't listen to me. You are mute, for you don't speak to me. You are always silent, for you don't move. You are powerless, for you have never empowered me.

Only the wind blows and blows away. Only flowers bloom and fall away. Only snow falls down while dancing in the sky.

I talk to you, as ordinary people talk to you and worship. I confess my love, as you are my lover. I close my eyes, as you appear before me. Nothing, nothing happens. I do not know.

You are there, for I cannot see you. You are there, for I cannot touch you. You are there, for I discover my own self. (Dec. 29, 2012)

Wednesday, November 6, 2013 It rains in the afternoon. I made a bed for a guest in the guest room of my house. Today I learned that Africans love music and dances. There are special ceremonies for rain. Without rain African's cattle die and the lives of Africans are also threatened. Sometimes African cattle-herdsmen travel to find water. Many weak peaople might die on the journey. When women give birth to a child, she or her husband give special names to wish away the bad omen, or to be prosperous.