March 15, 2009

Up to today from November 2007.......

Crossing the invisible line....

I really not regret of my boldness and bravery to go to Stanford Memory Church for my Sunday worship till now. Most of people would have thought I might mentally gone crazy to go to such high scale place for Sunday worship, which in deed is a place no one will notice you while you sneak in and out of the church quietly and remain your manner. To me, it is a treasure in local community that everybody can go into it to steal the beauties of art, music, architectures if you want to appreciated it. And most of important of all, it is free, which is so important to an unemployed person like me. Since I was sort of frustrated in my job hunting; I am, in the meantime, searching and thinking what treasure I can find in the community of bay area, a such wonderland of highly working professional performing stage. How lucky I am? I think my old training of working experiences help me finding news, finding treasure, finding any formation of beauty from human thoughts and any of beautiful minds from any sources I can think of.

To me, it is a live musical appreciation event and once a week grand building visiting tour, even reading the inscription on the church walls help me understand the level of thinking the founders of the church and school.

In addition to this, there is one museum right next to the church, where I can explore some surprises of human thoughts and continue to add on to my small brain of Orientals where contain the knowledge of the educational system squeezed those thousand years story into my small size of brain skull that caused me always feeling stuffy.

If I not too lazy, there are more buildings next to the church provide classes and seminars welcome people to attend, and my small size brain skull always worry the knowledge load will be overflowed.

People come and go, the building is still there, is the knowledge being scooped out by who once was there. Without the intelligent ideas and thoughts of mankind lingering among those buildings, it is just merely cold, dull, lifeless hardware.

The horizontaless sky is so blue as after rain washed and reflecting the white cloud be so purely shining, the harmonious open scene widens the airway that a person can breath free flow of thoughts which are survived freedom that filtering through all of insidious human manipulation and social interaction as life demand us.