||[May. 12th, 2009|11:06 am]
As far as i could remember, it was my first time to set foot in Quezon, as in my whole life. i went there perhaps, as a child, or a past life maybe. i just felt that every moment there was a reminder -- this "i've been here before" feeling at the back of my head.
It's also interesting how on the same night i got home from Quezon, i was drawn to an article by Manuel L. Quezon III. He was talking about how books and computers are good for the people and the growth of our nation and therefore shouldn't be taxed. The bureaucrats in Customs seem to think otherwise. They seem to believe they have the power to choose what is educational and what is not. The bottom line is, cheaper books and computers would be beneficial to our nation. What they're doing has no purpose except to preserve bureaucracy and continue their legalized form of theft.
i hate taxation of all kinds. It is legal plunder. Our ancestors survived for many years without this concept introduced to us by the colonists. The first revolts against the Spaniards, were in fact, deeply rooted on ideals against taxation and monopoly. i believe that most, if not all, of taxation should be abolished. Most especially in domestic travel. It is insane to charge so much for us to travel around the place we consider our home land. It is insane.
i saw a mirage on the way to the beach. A false source of life; an illusion of safety alluring me. Like the horizon, on what seems to be the edge of the ocean, fooling humanity for centuries, making us think that the world is flat. These illusions deceive us. Making us think something is there when there is nothing. Faith. i feel like a hypocrite, arguing against the irrationality of faith, as i become just as they are -- believing in something i can't even define, hoping that there is more than what i can prove to be real. i am chasing a ghost.
One of my friends were explaining how it takes a thousand years before corals could regenerate or form. All for humans to destroy them. It all seems so irrational and crazy, to destroy something that's once in a lifetime. But the real ethical dilemma is when you are there on the spot, instead of just thinking about what's right and wrong. I mean, wouldn't you be willing to destroy corals if it would be able to feed your starving children? or send them to school or buy them clothes? We try to think that they don't know any better but the truth is neither do we.
The ocean can really make me very reflective. i love exploring obscure and secret places. and i love how i have friends who do too. We've already explored a lot in Laguna. i really like to think that Quezon is next. There's just something about Quezon that's calling me. Tara!