Ravit's Blog

What if the Helium atom were God? The Helium atom becomes part of a wave of heat. The heat wave seeps through the vent in the house of the sinner. Sinner has defiled the home, removed the m from home, adding the ou, and left behind a terrible headache in the benign and all but benevolent spirit of the home. The helium atom moves, with resolute intent, seeking to avenge the arrogant housekeeper. "You have no place in this world, let alone this house." He moves. He enters the nostril of the sinner and lodges himself in the depths of the lungs, and all at once, as if struck by lightning, the man is seized with the excruciating, inescapable pain retribution for his misdeeds. He is upset, and unrelenting in his pursuits, with the sympathy of no man, the power of all. An omnipotent creature, the helium atom grows in size, increasing his . But who is He? He is no one at all. He is but a powerless atom. But yes, he has high apple pie hopes. A deluded, unforgivable creature. Shrouded ...

 I soar. A bird. A powerful bird. I am the most powerful entity there is and there ever was to be. The bliss as I glide over my dominion. Such crushing power under my thumb. I dream of flying. Or rather, falling. I dream of radiating a powerful energy that provokes utter marvel. The people of my kingdom stand aghast in admiration. But of course I do not see them. I have closed my eyes and entered a penitent state. As I open my eyes, my sleek figure slides past two tree trunks in so impressive a manner that the action of sliding and gliding, though unpremeditated, would not stand a remote chance of replicability, even by the most nimble birds. I am a god. But no. Even deities are flawed. I am a Leviathan. My brain has attained a self-sustaining, incomprehensibly aloof state of function, requiring no one, no thing, no idea to validate itself. This world is meant for me. I am the world. I am everyone. I feel everyone and everything at once. I hunteth not the worm, but watch my soul do...

A couple of months ago I had hypothesized that waking up early would put me at an edge by boosting my daily productivity, improving my mood, and giving me a bit more satisfaction. Today, I gained some more confidence in that theory. The past few days have been difficult for me, as I've found it a bit tough to fulfill my "duty" that I put forth for myself. Some days I didn't have motivation and just didn't want to work. I would get dismayed and at times frustrated by delays in my schedule and the difficulty I had in completing my assigned workload for the day. During these days, I also wasn't waking up as early as I used to. Rather than waking up at 7/8 am, I woke up at 8:30/9:30. Though this wake-up time isn't too disappointing compared to the 10AM it had been at some point during my past summers, it posed some problems. My morning exercise would be difficult due to greater heat in the late morning, but mostly because of the glaring sun. Furthermore, by th...