Cleaning Up to Find "Love"

Sorry loklok. I didn't get your permission before posting this. woopsh.

I was cleaning out my laptop bag and I found a manila envelope with a few of your poems in it. I'm not sure how I got it, but I did. I like this one the best. It's called "Love." It's kind of appropriate at this time, since we've been talking on the phone and over gchat about such a thing.

Loklok, perhaps you should write more poems. I liked the ones you did for your portfolio.

Love

To Resolve bodies into planes and no further.

For, to suppose, that a body, a magnitude,
is divisible, through and through,
that division is possible, involves a difficulty.

What will there be,
in the body which escapes division?

Let it
have been divided.

What then will remain? A magnitude?
No, that is impossible. Since there will be
something not divided.

But, if it be admitted that neither a body, nor a magnitude
remain, and yet division is to take place,
the constituents of the body will be points or nothing.
An absurdity without magnitude.

For when the points were in contact,
to form a single magnitude, they did not make
the whole any bigger.

But suppose that, as the body, beign divided,
a minute section - a piece of sawdust, is extracted
evading division

even then the argument applies.

For in what sense is that section divisible?
For what came away was not a body but a separable form or quality.
Every contact being always a contact of somethings.
There is always something, besides the contact,
or the division,
or the point.

Friendship Chemistry part deux: Or, Playing Catch Up, 12++hrs behind!

Gosh! Sorry loklok! I am totally behind. I log on to blogger and see that there already so many awesome posts. I hope all your friends know that I am not nearly as poetic as you are. Perhaps I am just more melodramatic. Hah!

Reading “Friendship Chemistry” was truly shocking! I am shocked that something like letting you sleep made you fall in love with me! I thought it was my wit, charm and stunning good looks!
I knew we would be good friends when I met you sophomore year, when we didn’t know how the sutaitai learning method worked. I wouldn’t say that we have a lot of similarities but there is enough that’s different to keep things interesting. Also, I think you are somewhat of an old soul. Sometimes, you have the most sagely advice, as if you’ve lived for decades and decades. We’ve had (shall I say extremely?) similar life experiences but somehow, you’ve always come out of them learning a lesson that is deeper than “don’t do that again,” where as I, on the other hand, am still wondering what/where the lesson is.

But mostly, I’m friends with you because you don’t laugh at my obsession with Doraemon and other stupid things. And you also tolerate me making fun of your obsessions with stupid things. =D

AND we like to think outside the box. Look how freaked out the adults in the back are! haha, the Chinese girls behind us look sassy. Awesome. I hope they're friends for life too.