Witnesses

• Alex Y.
• Alice W.
• Andrew H.
• Andy C.
• Andy C.
• Angelo C.
• Angie S.
• Anonymous 1
• Anonymous 2
• Anonymous 3
• Anonymous 4
• Anonymous 5
• Anonymous 6
• Benedict M.
• Bradford G.
• Brian C.
• Calvin C.
• Carlos L.
• Chris L.
• Christi C.
• Christine P.
• Courtney C.
• Damaris Y.
• Daniel C.
• Danny C.
• David Y.
• Dorothy G.
• Edmund W.
• Easten L.
• Elye W.
• Eric H.
• Fred C.
• Gaius F.
• Gideon F.
• Helen S.
• Henry C.
• Howard L.
• Joanna P.
• Jason L.
• Jason T.
• Jeff C.
• Jeremy S.
• John L.
• Jonathan C.
• Jonathan L.
• Joseph L.
• Joseph S.
• Justin C.
• Justin H.
• Kevin C.
• King G.
• Leona W.
• Lina G.
• Matt Z.
• Mau-En L.
• Michael H.
• Michael L.
• Mikey M.
• Patrick Y.
• Peter L.
• Peter Y.
• Philip Q.
• Rebecca Y.
• Sam T.
• Shui C.
• Stephanie C.
• Teresa H.
• Terry J.
• Theo L.
• Tim G.
• Tim Z.
• Valeri C.
• Victor J.
• Victor T.
• Vivian C.
• Wesley G.
• Winyan S.

Michael H. tries to speak

1/30/99 11:29pm This is real

Why are we here?

If only there were prepackaged, cynical answers. Whenever I turned jaded eyes to the world of sorrow around me-only blindness informed me. My mind led astray by a lack of sensitivity.

No-it is all real. Too real. Not manufactured --- not cookie cutter forced manipulated.

I guess I don't cry because --- well, I don't know. Am I cold? Am I only deaf, deader than the greatest dead wish?

Nevermind about confessionals and self-absorption. Nevermind. Nevermind. I am altogether moved. And even understatement. Carry weight - they are mere shadows of the Truth.

Words can not contain them.

It is not a feeling. It is beyond emotion.

I scribble and scratch altogether worthless words --- altogether useless inadequate --- only a remnant shall be captured here.

The floor is streamed with tear stained little white tissues. There is hubbub --- low constant voices carrying the same wavelength. Music. And outside --- the stars --- pixellated space so infinite and eternal.

How wide and deep and profound his love for this tiny speck in the universe.

There is no revival meeting. The feeling will pass --- but the meaning will not. Meaning is eternal. Meaning is eternal.

Meaning is never forgotten, either.

--- Winter Retreat '99
A permanent momento
-- so help me God

THIS IS NOT THE END

I, the writer, am comdemned to write whenever there is silence and no spoken voice left. God has cursed me; my pen refuses to be silenced --- but it is thunder that erupts from the ink. It testitfies, it witnesses, it exposes the great conspiracy behind the black cloak of the universe --- that Someone Exists is Reality is Real, Eternal, All, Infinite.

Andy is healed. Gideon. Easten. Jeff. Henry. Me. But EVEN THEN --- who else? Why? About what?

WHO is ABOUT anyway?

This is real
("Never let us down")

Lord, here comes the flood
We will say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again, the seas are silent, if any still alive
It will be those who gave their island to survive.
Dirk up dreamers, you are running dry.
--- Peter Gabriel