Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Monday, May 30, 2005

Throwing away my Confucian Robes

Yes thats right, after all the ethics and much learning of theories and rituals, im going to throw it all away. Just as the great hero of taiwan, zheng chengong, threw away his student robes to be a army general (completely different schools in those days), I shall do the same.

Why? I have to admit, being the only practicing confucian, without being able to influence anyone is just plain failure, on my part. No body respects anybody, whats the point of respecting those who do not respect you. And whats the point of respecting parents and others, when they fail to grasp the true nature and true meanings? Simply, everyone else doesnt want to be educated, whats the point of placing a drop of detergent in a POOL of water. That simply wont change anything, that simply wouldnt eradicate the bacteria in the whole POOL of water.

So in the end ... there is simply no point. Im doing away with confucianism for good.

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