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Ruminations after doing physics! (and web surfing)

I really like Ju Ming's works. Find out more about him at www.juming.org.tw. I especially like his Taichi works (there are many all around the world) and also was touched by the "Girl Playing With Sand" piece.

Got this excerpt from my high school bud's xanga. Interesting!

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Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends.
Sally Albright: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.
Harry Burns: When did I say that?
Sally Albright: On the ride to New York.
Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that... Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can... This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted... That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, the person you're involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you're just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends.
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I've been reading lots of short essays by 簡宛 lately. I find them to be excellent reads while on the loo---just the right length to finish reading while getting the "job" done! Her essays are really quite nice and contemplative, and the fact that I also know her personally makes the read come across much more forcefully, almost as if I can see her telling me the story. I liked this one essay titled "築橋不砌牆." The idea is, life is made more trusting and simple and true by building bridges; there are three we need to build. The first bridge is built by you for yourself. This connects one to the self. Only by knowing yourself can you build the second bridge, which must be built with another (or many others). This is how you make friendships and forge relationships with other people and communities. Finally, the third bridge is built with and through love.

So an answer to Will's question? I think he kind of answered it himself.

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