Thursday, July 24, 2008

In life, one must measure growth in all forms of one's personal wealth.
True wealth is an abundance of values. Ownership of values is universal, permanent and inalienable. The worth of these values does not change with time and becomes part of the person him/herself. It cannot be lost. By this definition, money is a poor measure of wealth. A person can experience great wealth as a hedge fund manager or a penniless sage. However, a wiser soul understands early in the course of life that there is a general negative correlation between material growth and personal wealth. One may possess much material wealth, but such things easily tax the mind and body. One is often tempted to throw away everything to take ownership of the self and everything else. For some, this is an absolutely necessary step. For others, this is an excuse to escape fear.
We should spend our energy and time in generation of valuable products. These are things which sustain our bodies, mature our minds, and lift our spirits. Most values and valuable products are universal to plants, animals, and people. Some examples of this include water, knowledge, experience, kinship, sunlight, the Nature, land, and the Self.
Knowledge is free. Once obtained, it cannot be taken away with threat - empty or otherwise. It can be freely shared as any true form of wealth is always experienced.
Wisdom, also, is free. Though seemingly hard to find at times, its only prerequisites are openness and proper discernment. Wisdom and experience nourish the generations of human beings whether they are rich or poor.
The right to express the opinions formed from knowledge and wisdom is a great treasure to humanity. Though we do not like to hear propaganda , true scientific process requires empiric observation of both true and false knowledge. Silence is only a fool's gold. Just expression of wisdom is much more valuable and precious. However, like all forms of wealth, one must not waste right speech on people to whom these values are lost. Values pass like wild fire when speech is free.

Time is our principle form of currency. Everyone is given 24 hours a day, yet some achieve more wealth than others. Those who do more with less do more with less because they understand well the value of time. The five stages of grieving are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Life is a long process involving these five processes in regards to death. If somehow one accepts death as the natural outcome of their life - as it is - one can finally appreciate time. Therefore, acceptance of one's death is the prerequisite for achieving great wealth.
Emphasis:
Acceptance of death allows appreciation of time.
Appreciation leads to proper expenditure of time.
Proper expenditure is wealth.
Example: Men and women of true wealth have accepted their death long before death accepted them.
Though the world is full of suffering, most relationships and interpersonal encounters are positive. It is through the meeting of people one learns values regarding human relationships.
Families are the building block of all relationship. These are people to whom we are born and with whom we will die. They help us form our fundamental values whether by good or by evil.
Friends form a natural extension from your family. They provide us with traditions of their ancestors with which to test the truths of our childhood values. True, lifelong friends are ones who forever hone our values by their love and gentleness.
Teachers are like bridges which connect islands of isolated values to a greater body of knowledge. By their instructions, we learn not subjects but a way to grasp the world and taste its fruits.
Ultimately, it's the strangers who teach us the most about values. Values we learn from our families, friends, and teachers are bound to be homogeneous and true only from a local perspective. Strangers present us with values different from our own. Through their eyes, we understand the partial failure of our current values in the universality test. Incorporating a strange custom, religion or tradition, one understands his ancestry and relationships in a new perspective with new insights. The more strangers we meet, the wiser and wealthier we become
Meeting of strangers cannot happen if one does not travel in the true sense of word.
One cannot travel if one does not appreciate the luxury of time.
Again, appreciation of time comes with acceptance of one's mortality.
Traveling not only provides opportunity to inherit foreign values but also teaches us values which are extrinsic from human relations.
When I was lonely, I appreciated the value of my loved ones.
When I was lost, I appreciated the value of my Self.
When I was thirsty, I appreciated the value of water.
When I was hungry, I appreciated the value of food.
When I was dirty, I appreciated hygiene.
When food and water was scarce, I appreciated the value of land, water, and the Sun.
Thirst forcing appreciation of true values, we purify ourselves from the former idea of wealth based on monetary currency which only serve to enslave us with false material security destined to betray us sooner or later. Rather than draining our energy and time into a drab, nine-to-five void, we find a good human balance to nurture all aspects of our lives all the while remaining in the creative force necessary to create material valuable which promote health in people, relationships, plants, animals, and planet.
Valuable products create wealth for the producer and consumer. Such things are appreciated for intrinsic value rather than the satisfaction of ownership. A bowl of rice is cherished for what it is. An expensive jewelry, not so. As such, one's daily function in a society should serve to enrich one's life as well as those who use his service. An ideal work brings inspiration and excitement on the way to work, provides the bare necessities of valuable products for one's own consumption, and produces goods and services which is in line with creating wealth for all. For example, a farmer enjoys his work, his works provides him with food and shelter, his land produces that which is healthy for everyone including himself.
The greatest inheritance is a wealth based on knowledge and wisdom. Proper knowledge enables children to self-nurture. Wise children discern wealth and the course of life which allows them to maximize their individual talents and creativity. Combined, these two values grow children to the fullest in Life. Such children do not repeat the mistakes of our fathers.
Then we inherit the greatest wealth to Life. Leaving the planet cleaner with gentle, kind, and loving children.

Friday, July 18, 2008


Ten things I learned on my hitchhiking trip (or alternatively the Ten Commandments of Hitchhiking)

  1. There is always more than one person going your way.
  2. People want to help
  3. Time is your greatest currency.
  4. Smile.
  5. Don't walk at night.
  6. Don't walk on highway.
  7. Don't try to hitch from a police officer.
  8. Don't carry anything of monetary value except for one item.
  9. Carry a CB radio.
  10. Never settle for a ride which stops at Exit 24 on NC I40.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Fresh asphalt, black burning tar

Walking free,

free as road debris, road kill

Locusts hop midst the wild crop

Great white clouds stroll down its own blue highway of a sky

Neither caring nor knowing where it goes

following the directions of the great smells.


Boycotting airlines and various forms of capitalism,

if only for a weekend,

Carrying all necessities on my sweaty back

Extra luxurious amenities to soothe the lonely soul

a bag of peanuts and a box of menthols

Proving a point which no one seems to care

to the point of looking obviously avoiding a fare

I scream down the lonely highway


"Jack, you cirrhotic, adventurous ghost of the past!

Share you wealth rambunctiousness,

lest all other static elements propel us quickly into

the deathpit of our corporate overloads!"


The plants, crawlies, and the birds share

the lone planetary, platonic mind cares

Grand solitude in the wild highway

waiting for a strange hitch

pick me up

drop me off

in another place and same time

to continue this journey

hoping never to be late

ending too soon

dragging me into the drab civilization

of my own daily routine

of death-making ritual

of my spirit, soul, and Holy Ghost.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

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It's old news that I've been using a convoluted "Skype/Gizmo/GrandCentral" ménage-à-trois system to replace my cursed cellphone experience. There were many things I liked about the cellphone-less way of life:


  • Save $60 every month
  • Save $$$ on the cellphone every couple of years
  • Save myself from constant need to be on everyone else's time
  • Save $60 every month
  • Save time from fidgeting with gadgets.

The downside to not having a cellphone did not go unappreciated however.

  • Miscommunications were hard to rectify if I was not around my computer
  • Need for internet
  • Cumbersome logic of having to use Skype for calling out and GrandCentral/Gizmo to take calls in.

Well, today I discovered that I can drop Skype's monthly 3 dollar unlimited call service for GrandCentral's somewhat unadvertised unlimited call feature. It seems that I can make phone calls by pressing the "Call" button on GrandCentral's web portal and it will automatically make a call for me and connect that call to my Gizmo account. This means that though I'm making a call to someone else, it is technically a free VoIP call-in as far as Gizmo is concerned. Ergo, absolutely free calls within US via GrandCentral/Gizmo.

Additional benefit to this approach to calling out is my GrandCentral caller ID actually shows up on the people receiving the call. SkypeOut did not allow me to have a caller ID without first having a cellphone (which defeats my purpose of using SkypeOut).

AT&T, it's been great. Thanks for all you've done for me over the years. Though your new 3G iPhone be enticing, we are no longer just taking time apart. We are through. You should go find somebody else who will treat you better with their fat bank account and a new BMW.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Slay my Siddhartha
Chop Bodhi Tree - A Fine Cross!
Nail Jesus, Find God

Monday, June 16, 2008

Many of you know that I'm a Kerouac fan.

This past week, I finally got around to acquainting myself with "On the Road" which is highly appropriate given my current occupation in Rocky Mount, NC where Kerouac used to visit his sister, Nin.
In one sentence, "On the Road" can be described as a crazy fable of Neal Cassidy and his posse which takes multiple journeys across the America involving love, lust and everything inbetween and without. The grand-theft-auto style of Cassidy was delight to my soul but also revealed a startling revelation - which is the interest of this writing.
As I ready for the end of medical school years and the practicum to follow, my heart yearns for a certain escape and dynamic quality. Certainly the road is ripe and tempting those who have been beating the paths less travelled. "On the Road" allures me to take to the road again, but I recognize, through Cassidy's example, the threat it poses for those I love - them whose values align with the predictable traditions of our fathers.
I believed that true spiritual development is irrespective of the "old" values which serve only to stabilize society to the detriment of true creative spiritual growth. This individual approach to spirituality has helped me escape the confines of organized religion, the 9-to-5 mentality, and most importantly the oxymoronic "scientific values" of 21st century.
To become a Cassidy myself, I would have to depend on generosity of people who have less than I. They would gladly feed me, clothe me, and drive me to wherever my soul fancied. This is somewhat socially irresponsible. To be a Cassidy means to become indebted to the world - especially the poor, the sick, and the downtrodden.
"On the Road" shook me to my core ridding me of the spiritual miscalculation of, yet again, what is right and wrong. I am going on the road while feeding the hungry, healing the sick and taking people to places that they've never been.

When Cassidy steal car, I Cassidy road.

Monday, June 9, 2008



Life can be loveless.


For a while early in my twenties, I felt this way. Life - the culmination of the body, mind, situations, relationships, and light - was just glim. Fortuantely, these hopeless, loveless times are not perpetual motions. Though it may take years, we often find ourselves in new strange adventures which fill our hearts with excitement. The entity without subject - Love - finds us, and suddenly we understand such profound things as Bob Marley is a prophet. Ideas like "everything's alright, and a child that cries is the child you soothe" fill your head with cotton candies and, though these ideas fleeting and immature, you are whole because you know you are love.


For a few year in my early twenties, I was this loveless zombie. Every step was heavy. The sky was always gray. I searched for my Buddha and Jesus drinking wine under a tree playing chess but, never finding either, cried nightmares of anger and revenge against no one but myself in the mirror. I thought it'd never end, and I gave up the search for love in some ways.

So it's was a surprise when this one morning in India, as I rode this small yellow truck with the volunteer camp friends, I recognized something about myself which was different from the days before. The best vague description of this experience was that I was happy beyond my prior self. I slept with the music of crashing Indian Ocean waves under the blanket of starry night skies. Life was a miracle and a grace. Everything was cool, clear and I had no fear in the darkness. This was the first time, I had found love in my heart again since childhood with the sense of newness every day and adventure in the most mundane things of life.


Sometime this third year of medical school, I had lost that love again. My days were dreary, and I lost the soul music. I woke up panicking every morning, not knowing where I'm supposed to go, who I'm supposed to see. I didn't know what to look for in a patient. I stuttered in front of my superiors. It was the wake-up-panicking-daily kind of stress that drained me. My function was to dread going to work and look forward to going home. I lost track of what I really love about what I do - the learning and the care of patients.

It was so until approximately the third week of my surgery rotation this March. I woke up one morning as usual. Got ready for work: brush teeth, take a shower, eat breakfast, get in scrubs and grab all the paper for the day. I grabbed the blue bicycle out of the shed, tucked my pant sleeves under my sock and started pedaling my way up the hill towards the hospital. As I moved past the houses, I was able to look at myself -- to watch myself think -- as I was looking forward to the day just like I did on that Indian truck. I loved what I do; and I loved who I am. Man, that spring air was fresh! I pedaled every Carolina spring morning - dispatching my doubts and fear under my bicycle tires. Freedom was delicious and hot like a bowl of soup at the end of a winter day's hike.


Now it's hot June summer in Rocky Mount, this North Carolina city where Jack Kerouac used to come visit his sister, Nin, every so often to rest and write of his adventures. I am nearing the end of my third year of medical school and also feeling the end of this long journey of medical school having less than a year of it left. As wonderful and crazy these past few years have been, I spend each day in electrifying expectancy for what new adventures are to come my way.