Ronie Dinosaur

Title - Self-respect A saint received an imaginary god. A monk found impermanent peace. A lover gained fleeting love. Academics and intellectuals earned money. An artist forged lasting artifacts. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 34 - Heaven and Hell Like a fish needs water, like a lion wants meat, like the poor need money, like the hungry crave food, I want reciprocation of afffection Read more from here...

Neither the spark of an eye, nor the calm of a heartbeat, I am that salao who is nothing more than a lost man on the street. Neither anyone’s friend am I, nor an enemy at anyone’s level, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 26 - I am Poor What would a man with such character walk like? Forward without optimism, disciplined without reward, solitary without self-pity, ethical without spectators. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur - Chapter 15: Metacognition My mind is trying to solve my own mind and still can’t name the crime- what for, what’s the big deal. I have walked the entire distance from blank confusion Read more from here...

It’s my job to roar. When Ronie Dinosaur roars, even Godzilla looks like a toy lizard. Godzilla’s roar is sound ripped from the throat- loud, radioactive, cinematic. Ronie’s roar comes from deeper, Read more from here...

I am so poor that in the underworld I live in, when I look up from the very bottom, I can’t even see the poverty line drawn across its sky. Twinkle, twinkle little stars- Read more from here...

Imagine an arrogant cosmic salesman offering you this life again- a full do-over, new skin, clean slate. What would you do? Me? I’d let him live his current life for a single moment- Read more from here...

Some found God. Some found the one God carved out just for them. I found neither God nor even a fleeting glimpse of my beloved. The universe flared into being and winked out again- my suffering had no witness but me. Read more from here...

Mathematics is a language, yes-but what, exactly, are its speakers observing, and what do they hope to express? Nature doesn't whisper in Tagalog or Latin; it simply is. Yet those scribbling equations on paper seem utterly detached from it, like addicts chasing delirium, as if the page might swallow itself into a black hole. Solve the riddle of prime numbers? Without a fixed point of reference, it's not a treasure hunt-it's nothing at all, neither zero nor infinity. In this world, we all scramble to flee our own existence, dutifully playing our parts. Like waves straining to break free from the ocean-except waves lack awareness. When you're with a whore, you flood the room with light: halogens, stars, whole galaxies blazing. But with a lover, you might just shut your eyes and surrender to the feel of it. I can't fathom what revelations lurk on that paper, worth poring over for understanding-something my $2,000 supercomputer crunches effortlessly. But it doesn't know it can't be loved back. It is indeed a better choice to find the answers yourself if there is a way, rather than keep looking for a daddy to answer them for you through religion or god. Read more from here...