I started writing this journal in the evening. I watch twilight drowning in an array of colors. Then all of sudden, clouds darkened and it seemed that it will rain. 21st March 2019 is a big day of my life for me. I have purchased the Kerala Lottery Summer Bumper draw of Rupees 4 Crores. I hope that Jehovah Jesus will do a wedding at Cana for me. I am watching the clouds attain a pale face. Night is slowly coming to sleep on the horizon. My mind is soaked in the rich impressionism of the setting sunset. Today I was able to do some creative writing. I have read another Parable of Jesus and in it: a planter sows seeds: the enemy comes at night and sows thistles. The workers ask the master: should we eliminate the thistles now? Then the master replies that let them both grow together and during the harvest time: the master will separate the rotten from the hunky dory. It is evident that the Master (Jesus) is talking about his second coming. And when the master comes the succulent will be separated from the thorns. I admire the tapestry of marvel, a literary device with which Jesus addressed the crowds. I am thinking of a language lab to better the speech of the children in English. I am still reading One Hundred Years of Solitude by Marquez. I wonder why the novel became an all time favorite, a recipient of the Nobel Prize. The novel is set on an 18 century foundation and its narrative is the traditional form of the Novel. The tropes used by Marquez lack new flavor, an odor of nascence. The narrative is one of realism and proceeds on a linear pattern. However I admire the way in which Marquez portrays eroticism. There’s a scene in which Buendia makes love to a Gypsy woman. Eroticism is a passionate music and Marquez has fielded the magic so well. The novel has attained the flavor of magic realism. There’s a description of Ursula the wife of Buendia seeing visions of a man murdered by Buendia. There’s also a narrative of the warlock Malequades dying in fever in Singapore. How can an 18 century novel transport it character to Singapore?
Getting a Sunshine
Getting a sunshine means to have luck at the lottery or to get a windfall. I hope a big sunshine will happen to me on Thursday. Today I hope to get a small sunshine.
Put Flowers as an idiom to means to add a large sum to your bank account. I hope to put flowers soon (ASP).
Lollipop means to have oral sex. I enjoy doing the Lollipop with my wife.
Circumcision as an idiom means failure to accept facts. He has a circumcision of thoughts.
I had a good sleep thanks to my prayers to Christ. Chatterboxes gossiped in the sky. The sun arose in the sky and filled it with a poem of colors. The day passed on slowly as an ant that crawls.
I was reading the Gospel of Mathew and I read the Parable of the Seed. The parable of the seed is an idiomatic and metaphoric. I asked God to equip me with its interpretations. I would like to humbly put down some thoughts. Jesus said. There was a planter who sowed the seed on open ground. The seeds miscarried due to the coming of birds that ate up the seeds. This is an illustration of those hearing the word: but are deaf and immune to it. These are people who do not believe in the word. Then Jesus said: the next bunch of seeds fell on gravel and these seeds could not grow roots and they withered away. Here are people who worship Jesus and the Devil. Here we find the apostates. The next of the seeds fell on weeds and the weeds chocked their growth. These are sinful, profligate people who given themselves to the Devil. Then Jesus said: a cluster of seeds fell on to fertile ground and it reaped rich fruit. The fruit are people who adhere and believe the Word.
I also read a few pages of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The story begins with Buendia facing a firing squad and is then proceeded to past as a flashback. Buendia is a strange eccentric character who is fascinated with scientific instruments like the compass, sextant, and the magnifying glass bought by the gypsies. He is fascinated with the idea of obtaining gold from the bowels from the earth. Buendia can be compared to Quioxote due to his strange and wonky ways. They live in a village called Macondo. Macondo is an idiom for people living in age of the past with and people obsessed with strange and quirky ways.