Translation In the distance the mirage stands out like horses and cattle. Very glad to see my beloved son.
--- Sandra's whispers/translation ---
Je me regarde/I look at myself Je me sens/I feel myself Je vois des enfants/I see the children Je suis enfant ! /I am a child!
The Eyes of Truth are always watching you.
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Genesis。
The Garden of Eden, a.k.a. PARADISE LOST, either fictional or non-fictional, believe it or not, exists probably nowhere but in fables, religious doctrines, fairy tales, myths and afterlives only.
A noisy quarrel between two Creatures.
Who are you? A snake. What are you? An apple tree. Where are the guests treated with the round ball-like toxic fruits you grow? Where are the victims sacrificed by the fatal temptation you lure? So evil you are? You too bastard! They are missing, the worst tragic thing just happens… The magic world thinks otherwise. The fugitives have got a mission of their own. You should be publicly lashed out for inspiring the awareness of greedy desires! You deserve more severe punishments for being lack of disciplines. The indigestible seeds slipping down the duo’s throats will finally be excreted as an invincible killing weapon called money! The distorted shape of your ugly appearance had already sneaked into the elopers’ bodies and planted there as numerous vessels holding scarlet troublemaker flowing inside named blood. You suck to create the traitors… You shameless ignorant fellow betrays our Creator in advance of what I follow up! Poor Savior keeps running against the odds but in vain… Too poor to sign lifelong contracts with cold-blooded opportunists like you hypocrite retained here to slyly pretend themselves as loyal apostles? ………………………………………………………………
Note:Chariots of Fire is a 1981 British film. It tells the fact-based story of two athletes in the 1924 Olympics: Eric Liddell, a devout Scottish Christian who runs for the glory of God, and Harold Abrahams, an English Jew who runs to overcome prejudice. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chariots_of_Fire
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Exodus。
A man. A woman. Hand in hand together. Homelessly wandering naked here, there and everywhere. A sad love story without any possibility to get a happy ending? Absorbing romantic Romeo et Julie? desperate violent Bonnie and Clyde? comedy cartoon characters Popeye and Olive Oy?
Now, we are the world. Honey. Don’t be too chauvinistic even though the unique masculinity you demonstrate is so hard to resist. At least we are absolutely free right from this moment…… The world doesn't belong to us any more. We lose the world, however. We leave the world behind, indeed. We cut it off, It’s the world to lose us. We divide the world… Into two pieces of something unknown, maybe two half-spheres…… Stop talking nonsense. Who teaches you the world is a moving round ball? Let’s intercourse nonstop, day and night, again and again, to have babies and have our babies to have their babies decade by decade, generation by generation, century by century, to reunite the old broken world as a new whole international society consisting of many different countries… Use energetic sperm and dynamic eggs to tear the miserable world entirely apart into ashes of tiny units in forms of various ethnic races opposing each other all the time? Why not? Our sporting bloods sustain our humble lives escaping from being perished as two nobodies… So? What’s our next… Vying for next step to survive? Dying in next world to revive? ………………………………………………………………
Old Textbook。
Beiing, claimed by billions of crowds populating around it as the genuine center of the world.
Zoo. Rain. Flood. Catastrophe. Drowning animals, roaring, floating and screaming sharply here, there and everywhere.
Help! Buddy Panda, be my canoe, Buddha bless you to give me a ride! I ain’t heavy, I’m your brother, be kind enough playing a giant role like Noah's ark to save me, please… Shut up! There is no kinship or any other blood relations between us. Not really. We both are able to climb apple trees effortlessly, right? Leave me alone! Ask your sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters, great grandsons, great granddaughters to come to your rescue! Good luck… My offsprings? The sophisticated human beings? Are you taking the piss? sons make sins, daughters love dollars most, they do not respect their own fellow countrymen living across the dire strait at all, not to mention the oldest ethics lesson… Precisely correct! There is only one China! No doubt… Just like there is only one mutual ancestor for people struggling to strive here since five thousand years ago? The history of human evolution you pioneered to initiate was too far to be remembered clearly, it’s obviously much less fashionable than the hottest China issue immortally circulating forever among UN members under the table that only holy I, am the sole natural resource recognized as National Treasure and shipped off massively as efficient diplomatic strategies… That’s the main reason why I beg you to escort me to apply for the best high-quality protectionism no local endangered species has ever heard but, instead, we all should had enjoyed receiving more earlier in Taiwan… What’s that? damn you separatist! Try to run, run fast away seeking political asylum, only to finding out no precious gold brick as the traditionally necessary reward to feedback a out-of-date anti-communist rebel wearing a monkey suit in pro independence Chinese Taipei? You selfish black sheep, Go to hell! ………………………………………………………………
Olympics。
London, the capital of the fatherland of Sir Newton and his theory of gravitation discovered by observing an apple tree, burnt in hot blaze again.
The reminiscence of the Great Fire of London in 1666? the disastrous conflagration is haunting back?
The answer is swirling through the wind as the colorful flags on duty are blowing aloft atop three poles standing tall while alerting themselves in a standby stance to get well prepared for stirring up the great patriotic war games in the name of virtual peace that is surrounded by five round ball-like fire pots which are equivalent to a notorious money-spinner hosting the lucrative rituals that have always been ready for igniting the flame of irrational nationalism.
The basketball court. Ten giant frogs, jumping high to chase a bouncing ball, leap back and forth to compete for medals.
Dream Team 10, the dominant ruler as well as the defending champions under the hoop, juxtaposing with massacres like boring cinches, are obliged to perform supreme skills in killing fields to eliminate all rivals on way to secure a no brainer for sure as the gold winners.
LBJ flies to dunk, fouled and free throws, blocks, shoots 3 pointers, assists and commits no turnover as other benched mammoth stars murmur.
Everything looks dull, Kobe… None of our business, Melo. Everybody loves us and knows we are much much much better than the overrated Barcelona squad sponsored by Air Jordan, right… A pair of trademarked shoes tour guided them to landslide victories? that’s ridiculous… No more joke, be happier. He’s gone with awkward jumbo space shuttles, nobody threats your scoring leadership in Knicks afterwards, just wait for the coronation ceremony… Soaked in sweat to fight overseas and dipped in tears then to salute the flag rising gradually along the pole-insanely… Forget him! The truth is, thank God no pol-insanity here! Were he to make the greatest basketball team ever as he wishes to search for and not absent from the controversial blood disputes… Three totally different flags will be hoisted on three poles simultaneously for an overvalued guy possessing triple nationality? how can the reality check of the only one true insanity around him occur? It sounds too ridiculous… Born in the USA to hold the most powerful citizenship and passport by nature with a minority background of Chinese descent plus the fact that his parents were coming from Chinese Taipei… What’s that? A place forced by China to use the five rings as a signified political totem to replace their own original national flag due to a rude cruelness of being discriminated and suppressed by the whole global village? that’s ridiculous too… It’s an exclusive conclusion reached by the unequal trinity of multiple sides among PRC, IOC and ROC… What’s that? A surrealistic trio agreement so enlightening to encourage some hundreds of crazy fans packed disorderly awaiting the arrival of a fake missionary in airport to label the arrogant soul Judas praying for money instead of playing for god an exaggerated nickname as the Light of Taiwan? that’s also ridiculous… Everything for Saint Paul the Apostle like you is ridiculous except the embarrassments you suffer to face for not starting every game like a routine job in New York? ………………………………………………………………
Martyrs。
The Statue of Liberty. The Wall Street. The defunct United Nations.
The Big Apple, sliced off into several segments of professional sports fevers via the hegemonic hypes of constructive and destructive manipulation carried out by media nets.
Chien Ming Wang, still working hard in minors to try his best seizing back the fifth spot in Washington Nationals’ rotation, was once tagged not only the avant-garde national icon of his motherland Taiwan but also the ace starter in New York Yankees pitching staff until series of serious injuries knocking the door to remove him out of those glory days in memories before a legendary Harvard graduate landed on the Madison Square Garden and took off from there to explore another planet soon after merely months of news maneuver openly operated by New York Daily, New York Post and New York Times, etc.
R.I.P. The Shadow of Taiwan, carved on the gloomy milestone not shining again to mourn for a dim obsolete Wangmania? bidding farewell, to the tremendous charisma that magic number 17 has successfully mass-manufactured worldwide so far?
Who was so grim to kill whom? who led whom to betray whom? who gave up whom? who said goodbye to whom? why should who die for whom?
The capital of the capitalistic world never collapses usually shows no mercy to impose capital punishment upon anyone whose values calculable, from existing treasure to remaining trash, to be utilized are excessively paid off or too cheap to purchase.
Executing the death penalty, thus, is an urgent must for groups of formidable prophets pay huge attention to maximize commercial profits only.
Thanks the altruistic Google.com, the matchless top-seeded searching engine in bloodless internet battlefields, is capable of dissolving the institutionalized media monster into uncountable particles of personal individualistic media as private self-defensive propaganda tools to loudly utter the fairest voices of their own and share the newest information with billions of computer users gazing at them enthusiastically like mechanic inspection monitors.
Don't worry! Seems likely to stay put. Said a blogger familiar with the authoritative insiders. The let-go greenlight signals to welcome an impending curtain call. Rumors on plurks telling bunches of stories unidentified. An incredibly absurd secret negotiation is reportedly offered to be formally settled down by both sides hours later. Twitters circulate. The incompetent MSG is going to be shelled and rocked by rockets loaded with abundant ammunition. Similar reports bombard the borderless bulky facebook linkage frameworks. The occupants clean up the Wall Street automatically and retreat themselves to buy comparatively more lower-priced FB stocks when the MSG shares fall drastically as the financial center of the receding depression world eventually restores its clarity in a sudden.Wild quotes based on AP wires appear in blogs online scattering everywhere. Very pleased to be parts of the revolutionary apparatus launching toward the Epic Mars. Extremely appreciate all concerns about me. http://www.facebook.com/jeremylin17makes the journalists the easiest jobs in the world! Visit there quickly to see clearly the most updated contents described about the freshest sanities for certain. Go, Mice! Go, Arrows! Go, index fingers! Go, play eyeballs!
Pilgrims。
NASA. The carnival celebrations held outdoors.
The broad plain pad setting the historical record regarded as a monumental achievement. Parties by parties line up endlessly days and nights.
Cheers! Something marvelous was sending out there on schedule triumphantly… Toast! Somebody outstanding is heading here from the east like a miracle descending unexpectedly… A challenger doomed to be a guaranteed magnetic mascot in term of box office revenue or a scapegoat responsible for not selling out all season tickets… Not necessarily. The new kid in town, nevertheless, does remind us the Challenger connoted an inevitable tragedy cost by lots of technical miscues that failed to be examined more deliberately beforehand… High benefits, higher risks… Higher risks, vise versa, highest benefits… Speeding up to fly higher than the normal standards would allow or endure could jeopardize the safety of sailing in air for a longer time… Why not be more humble with extraordinary patience… The relative reapers jammed in a kaleidoscope off the courts to witness the splendid views in perspectives are hungry to cast ballots with confidence to vote for taking instant actions to wrap up the richest harvest ever seen in nearly just the wink of an eye… Obtaining the outcomes which are a little premature might cause consecutive failures… Plunder things in such a rush? a blunder made in a blink? The clandestine mission we plan to complete is installed in twinkling danger too? Curio-sanity? ………………………………………………………………
New Testimony。
Heaven. Above the infinite sky.
Nobody home. Gods are invited to watch the Olympics as the invisible guests?
Clouds, dressed in black and white uniforms so as to compete with the Mother Nature, spend their summer vacations aimlessly in a span of four years.
Hello, Brother halo, no one to pick up… So what? we are not volunteer taxi drivers, we are media for all passengers respect the mysterious natural laws. What’s up… A star is born down the Earth… A star is invaded by the dying Earth… Sovereignty conflicts are beyond us! We are world citizens without any nationality, we do nothing but to immigrate and emigrate repeatedly all over the whole territories that gods govern… We’ve got no blood, either… Not exactly. The bloodsheds we trigger are quite awfully inhuman… Kind of rights infringements ruin the basic livings of plenty of ordinary people… Hopefully provided that lightning and thunder were not to join us… Bright lifeless matters sounds intimidatingly attractive but last periods of flash time are disqualified to be protagonists… We are the aboriginal masters. We represent everything related with the antonyms of droughts filled with agonies… We are rolling around like the most excellent ballplayers to surpass the stars and downfall storms. Hurricanes, typhoons, tornados and snow… We are the world conquered by us… What on earth are gods? Where are they to disappear? ………………………………………………………………
Formosa。
Taiwan, torched in heat waves.
Air-conditioned halls. TV walls. Fans gatherings with paper fans in every participant’s hands.
Edited retrospective video footages dedicated to illustrious sports heroes.
Michael Chang, the unprecedented Tennis star referring to his genealogical traits, wielding a racquet to smash the ball against the Great Wall in China.
No room to hear the applause. Political incorrectness is blamed.
Top Wang local pitcher, transformed into renowned Yankees ace by US coaches, degrading himself as King of the disabled lists in MLB, booed by ethics fundamentalists for his disloyal extramarital affair with an unmarried young woman.
Mr. Big Tree is too exhausted! He’s finished! The broadcasting should be terminated immediately! The declining has-been is winless while ballooning the losses up to four with an ERA still soaring to infinity! His prestige, wealth, image and status are all stained and so far away from the professionalism required! The cheater is gone with his concubine on way to silently retire! Time to change our minds to support a new idol! Let’s go! How cool you are! Besides, can you guys the fucking pragmatists perceive that a cursed Wang is sandwiched by his predecessor Michael Chang and an unknown variable which will drive us nuts?Go! Wang 40! Get up and finish the race! Like what? How about raising some questions for examples… What flag should we wave? ROC, USA or PROC… For the sake of the universal virtues of Olympics, of course Chinese Taipei… What's that? are you a spy on behalf of the hostile Red Army and reside here to sabotage and, then, subvert a friendly foreign country? A tough predicament to deal with smoothly! Why not wave paper notes which are apparently less sensitive… Less sensational too! The problem is what option should we choose properly? RMB, US dollar or NTD? Unfortunately none of them! We’re jobless! We’ve got no money! We’re diehard fans, only to wonder will passionate but distressed we die for lack of paper notes while shaking paper fans here coincidentally… Yeah, we’ve got coins only! ………………………………………………………………
Index。
A vague post office located in air like a mirage.
A wingless angel grounded by God to preach lessons of gospels for people unaware of the values of intellectual insights during his uncertain survival time as a tiny comet in NBA when compared with the voluminous eternal stars spreading over the outer space.
An allegiant messenger with a heck of a great deal of burdens to interpret the complicated significances of what the utmost sportsmanship is to the fans who just focus on win-and-loss, the most superficial aspect surrounding the relevant atmospheres, to care about.
A cultural go-between probably will round-trip along the multiple bilateral relationships among USA, China and Taiwan to communicate the dark sides of the hardcore debates of the confusing puzzlement of our national identity with the extreme righties torturing Taiwan unconsciously.
A positive role model and a fully proven Michael Chang, already acknowledged an honorable induction by Tennis Hall of Fame after retiring from ATP Tour, are much alike and worthy of being pressed the thumbs-up clicks, meanwhile, why the latter actually drew less admiration than the torrid one, the revived Michael Chang currently active in Beijing?
Both two deserve more discussion depicted more deeply and allaround since the balls they play are as round as the ball we all toddler on its rough surface and try to strive more steadily to certify us the only one mammal that can stand up to walk as a more civilized species.
And lastly, both two type of round balls, one played by gods while the others are played to make fun for human and entertain us, are shaped or formulated by many, many, many circles, yet, without any starting points definable which are supposed to be almost the same as their counterparts, the ends.
No End but Encores。
Where are we? Adam. In Cosmos. Where are we going to? The Mars. What are we going to be? Die there for void nothingness. No chance to reincarnate elsewhere like we both have done it for thousands of hundreds of times before? How about returning back to the Earth? The publisher of the original edition of the book titled void nothingness? ………………………………………………………………
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