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Date Posted: 08:50:46 04/06/08 Sun
Author: vit
Subject: An early tram to a vaporing eternity

Prolog:

A sleepless night, if one is not an insomniac, should be deemed as kind of like an extra reward, awaiting a long night to dawn in
loneliness allows much room for compunction, something like a pang by
some wrongdoing of an immature sweet-talk; retrospection in twinge of
how hard one has to let it be; and reminiscence of all past events
that one has no alternative but to forget in the present.

To have something better to do in the night would certainly fall into
sleep undoubtedly. What makes a choice is another matter!

I choose to fall into compunction because I��ve been thinking of what
the meaning is, or more precisely, how to interpret this sentence
"�R�b�E�̽��"? It seems that all my effort is futile after nights of
practicing in contemplating. And before the interest in this subject
would be due to my incapability, I would like to confine myself to the
fact in words as following, thus hoping that it may frame a picture of
the facts that contain in these seven Chinese words.

.............................................

The empirical reality of time, therefore, remains,
as the condition of all our experience.
................................Kant, Critique of pure reason

The whisper echoes a kind of moaning among the dense bush in an early spring tender night. The laughter roars to the sky. The chilling breeze would at last break the midnight to dawn, if that is all what desire wants! In the centre of metropolis, the skyscrapers encircle this enlarged mezzanine which spreads its two corners above the boulevard. All of the artificial edifices, with different shape and color, stand silently in the night, bear witness to these two souls while they play a balcony scene.

No heart could ever decline any forms of comfort, like tender night wind is forever impossible to bestow. If the heart-breaker only needs a shoulder to fall for a moment of fatigue to install, fatalism hence calls forth. Why is a relationship bound to happen? Too many sweet will taste a bit like sour, inevitably! The same as the difficulty in preserving a fair partnership is ever because there always allows too little room for each other, since one has to get close to other in order to getting to know each other, especially the one who one loves. A time at the convergence of two souls makes a beautiful encounter, the beginning of a treasured romance. To split apart, without benignity, is always like on a battle field, an eye for an eye, eventually!

An odor tangles with the hair while locomotion of the tram consoles the heart drums. As the head conceals on the shoulder, the wind blows a whiff of scent. The puff is calm and warm but the fingers covering the face are cold as it gently strokes the infinitely affectionate chin. A countenance is more than a miracle; one has to be stunned to realize an easy fall! One would be so desperate when one is ready for such a blow, kind of seeing a promised land, submission at disposal. It would be hard to curb a dream, if there really has one towards early morning instead of a fantasy, like composed fantasia, in a long dark night which no longer is today!

When yester-night becomes a brand which memory in part would finally be illegible, like the scent on the shoulder leaves without a trace, like pencil mark fades in a book, or like a solemn promise breaks in front of a valediction, the world at this particular time dooms the failure of all imaginary eternity, at least in term of it, and time summons determinism. Would the present empirical evidence, in love, entail a future state? What is the evidence of love? Except in remembrance!

The color of the hair sparkles in a twinkle, the world, in a wink, will be back again into realism, with more actuality but not less with fact. It all happened long ago when these black pupils impaled a hungry soul with a grin that anyone, under the witching eyelid, would be so willing to be a prey, as such in this Vanity Fair one would certainly forever pray.

When two arms entwine in a long road, from north to south, the steps stride in harmony, for to fate itself, if anything is imminent, as if calamity triggers a biff, these two arms would no doubt prepare to devote to mortality in immortality that, in the later days, would perhaps be the last episode when these two desperate souls recall that in a brief of transitory time, the bliss has been shedding a glimpse of eternity where the world, within the carriage, is filled with noisy machine serenity and humming content. At the time their heads adhere together, although their hearts, however willingly they are going to offer to each other, must be apart in order to sustain survival.

For once in a life time, the heart gets the drift in front of the immensity of love, of reachable happiness, but, even so, it drifts in the invincible hand of fate itself, as the rain eventually has to fall, as the passengers in the tram, finally, must alight from the compartment!

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