The Glass was a city and the World was naughty

Phisolophy, ecadution, and raliteture. These were the first batch of topics discussed at the Kapihan lounge yesterday. I intentionally, before you react, chose these topics to infuse indispensable principles, creative flames, and learned lessons in the pedagogical stay of students in the academe. Of course, the revolution I want to embark on, look I murdered the solid array of letters of each word I mentioned in the introduction. Nonsense? No! But nonsense of you if you bury the tradition and smoke away ancient learnings of great thinkers and lack creativity or scarcity of originality- personal copycat sneaker! Take existentialism as an energy drink to refuel the essence of philosophical bindings to contemporary teachings. Beyond the Universal- the transcendental destiny to perfection is what the individual sees to attain union with God, or not with God. Philosophy, education, and literature are cyanide dreams, jagged realities. No filter papers teetering sawdust explanations, because the answer is within your heart.


And as for literature, take this;


The Glass was a city and the World was naughty


Overjoyed. Overruled. Over the bright lights of tears.
My profoundest apologies from the underground
Shaved the grassy filaments in a descent boulevard.
And the whistling wind filled the empty glass a sad happiness,
Losing glitters, losing waters, losing pain and spilled
Me more milk and milk and urine, from the lactating nails.
Blood was the urine and milk streaming heavily and naughtily.
Pissing was art, lactation was quasi-science and she told me-
The Glass was a city and the World was naughty.