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The Silent Lover and the Erotic Suspension of the Ethical

Tell Him
Celine Dion

I'm scared
So afraid to show I care
Will he think me weak
If I tremble when I speak
Oooh - what if
There's another one he's thinking of
Maybe he's in love
I'd feel like a fool
Life can be so cruel
I don't know what to do

I've been there
With my heart out in my hand
But what you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by

Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
I'll hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself

Touch him
With the gentleness you feel inside
Your love can't be denied
The truth will set you free
You'll have what's meant to be
All in time you'll see

I love him (then show him)
Of that much I can be sure (hold him close to you)
I don't think I could endure
If I let him walk away
When I have so much to say

Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft…


Our wounds, like milestones, mark our lives us, and our scars remind us of what we have gone through.

As the baker's hands are scarred by burns, we, too, forever carry with us the cuts which, though already healed, continue to cut us in transfigured ways: sorrow at our loss, anger and hatred for a betrayal, the silence which only true despair could bring.

It may no longer be important if these bruises still hurt; it will never be a question of the amount of pain I go through as it is why wewent through it. Going through is the only thing that matters--because it is far easier to stop short of the danger, trespass death and flee in terror.

But when we are made to run the gauntlet,when we sustain the blows and are still able to laugh and dance and praise, this is when we truly learn about what dying means and with it what living means. You only begin to live as you emerge from edge of death--wounds and all.

Visiting Vancouver

I had thought of writing about our visit to Vancouver the past week (yes, I take vacations too). But when I was finding it difficult to begin, I realized that it's better to show than to say. There are times to write, and times to see.

Of course, how could I miss the bars? One great thing about the people of Vancouver: they work for a few hours then drink by the afternoon. I think I can do that.

A chapel.

Vancouver is also famous for its fresh seafood . . .

. . . especially their Alaskan King Crabs as they are pretty near the Bering Sea.

Whistler, where the 2010 Winter Olympics will be held.

The Peak2Peak gondola stretching between Whistler and Blackcomb mountain.

It is not the abyss that matters, but the height!

Karunungan ng Pag-Ibig

Sa aking mga mag-aaral

Pagkatapos ng isang taon, tayo ay humahantong sa paglalarawan ni Jean-Luc Marion sa pag-ibig: na ang pag-ibig ay ang “pagdanas ng isang maligayang pagdiriwang ng nakikita at timbang na bagtasan ng mga hindi makitang titig.”

-->At dahil ang pag-ibig ay sabay nakikita at hindi nakikita, nagiging posible kung gayon na kahit hindi ko nakikita ang aking iniibig, nakikita at minamahal ko pa rin talaga siya. Kaya naman hindi kinakailangang nagtititigan ang dalawang nag-iibigan para magmahalan; hindi nila kailangang nakaharap sa isa’t isa. Gaya ng sinabi ni Antoine de Saint-Exupery: Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward in the same direction. Kung gayon, kung naniwala lamang si Orpheus sa pagmamahalan nila ni Eurydice, hindi niya na sana kinailangang makitang sumusunod sa kanya si Eurydice palabas ng Hades. Kung nagtiwala lamang si Orpheus sa pagmamahal ni Eurydice, hindi na niya sana kinailangang siya’y makita, at nakapaglakad sana…