A lone journey to neverland

It's just a long journey of being without anyone, but none other only with myself.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Pandora box (again)

let the cocoon make a butterfly out of me
or the pandora box might not shut at all

i beg you

*could it be another box of life?*

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Into each life some rain must fall

Into each life some rain must fall,
days must be dark and sad and dreary
But after any rainy day,
the sky is clearer and our soul smile ahead
with rainbow left into each other heart,
whatever the morrow will be.
And the dark and dreary may wait
for yet another time for the rainbow to fade.

*The rain has long fallen into our lives, for how long? Do you recall?*

To be or not to be (recollection)*

I beg on my knee
that this is the last dawn
I ever set my heart on thee

Thou art thine sweet memory
washed away through the night
to be or not to be

*Read in the World Poetry Stage, Co-Op Radio, Vancouver, Canada, 16 January 2007.
The true picture of myself now, maybe it is an annual cyclic, welcome aboard*

Friday, February 09, 2007

Not Nash-ian at all

You said:
Actually, Nash is an optimistic, though he's a loner too, just like you:).

Compared to the two founders of game theory (i.e. Von Neumann and Morgenstern, one of them is Nash's supervisor, I forgot which one), Nash is optimistic. He believed and succeed to prove that cooperative repeated games, instead non-cooperative ones, among two or multiple players with different interests is possible.

The line: Repeated games! the second or even the fifteenth iteration may not give you the optimum solution yet...but who knows the sixteenth will....


*Is he? Ah... I wish all loners are pessimistic. It paints the dull page of life with color, however black or gloom*

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Live to ride, ride to live

Live to ride, ride to live. The finish is not the main issue. It’s keeping living the journey that matters most.

*Thanks pal. I bet it’s not a Nash-ian way of thinking at all. That’s just too optimistic*

Thursday, February 01, 2007

I miss you like the earth longing for the sun

I miss you like the earth longing for the sun
When the night hides its ray from its aching heart
But it believes morning will bring it back,
and the earth cannot
but rejoiceits radiant gleam

*I know I love you*