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*...Sound Trip...*
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when i was child,
whenever i saw a pitcher along with its cups i thought that the pitcher was the parent and the cups were the children. once there was a Pitcher who hold contents that must be poured out to the cups so much that He must be with the cups, to be like the cups, to be the same with the cups. with His own will, He became one with the cups. He became as small as the cups, but His contents for them were as much as what He can hold as a pitcher. thus, the contents overflowed. overflowing that the cups themselves overflowed with the Pitcher's contents, from the rim to underneath. the Pitcher poured out up to the last drop. He never left even a drop for His own. He came back as a Pitcher, and some cups recognized Him. some cups wanted to fill Him back, but the Pitcher told them that someday, they would be lifted up to fill Him. He told them that for now, they have to continually fill each other so the contents will continue to flow and overflow. until the whole place will be full and the contents will finally reach the Pitcher's rim. some cups unfortunately did not share the contents, some even hoard them. then some cups emptied the same way as the Pitcher, but were never filled back. the Pitcher was always ready to refill them as long as they asked to be filled. fortunately, some cups were always full and even overflowing, thus they were able to fill those that were emptied. the Pitcher wanted the cups to fill each other. so that all cups may be full, and continue to overflow each other. overflowing, until all of them will drown and float and enjoy with the Pitcher's contents from the rim to underneath from inside and out. cups will reach the Pitcher's rim and fill them but no one need to be filled any more no one is empty. evrything and every one is filled with the contents that came from the Pitcher at the very start. the contents... called love. blogged at 1:23 AM |