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On the road: The HIATUS MODE

Posted by darbs on August 6, 2009

Boredom comes from a boring mind.  METALLICA

Long driving is fun as well as tiring.

For sure, mental and physical preparations are needed.

And dose of prayer.

On the road you would remember something.

Remembering World History: August 06, 1945

Did we learn from that experience?

Question: Why humanity continue to build bombs potent than Atomic Bombs: Nagasaki and Hiroshima?

Imagine the cost to build one Nuke.

Inspiration: Father Pedro Arrupe, S.J was living in suburban Hiroshima when the atomic bomb fell in August 1945.

“a permanent experience outside of history, engraved on my memory.” (wikipedia)

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road-trip-2009Dear Fellas,

I might not be able to respond to your emails/comments and/or bloghop in few hours because we are on a road trip.

The destination: Miss Florida.

I just took the “I ” from the original blog entry of Manay Reesie: Off Top of My Head.

Hiatus Mode Effect:

  • Religious/Cultural/Tradition: We think of this journey the summer quality time guided by the Ignatius Spiritual Exercise.
  • No Internet access
  • We might just be sleeping in rest areas without Wi Fi connection.
  • Listening the sound of silence: “The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.”
Hello darkness, my old friend, Ive come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of A neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one deared Disturb the sound of silence. Fools said i,you do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you,  Take my arms that I might reach you. But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence  And the people bowed and prayed To the neon God they made.  And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming.  And the signs said, the words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls  And tenement halls.  And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

New York City
Manhattan weekend morning commute Lincoln Tunnel one-sat-am

We should be passing by

New Jersey State;

Delaware State;

Say, hi to Philadelphia,  State of Pensylvania EXIT

Philadelphia exit coming from the south

Reyna Elena’s State of Origin

Philadelphia, Wilmington

Delaware State

Maryland State


North Carolina

South Carolina



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