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As I walk, my eyes are caught often by those tents in the city. How could my mind not wonder why there are so many homeless and mentally ill people, who are left to “depend on the kindness of some stranger?” Well, they may be easily written off as being unfit, but fitness is not solely an individual property but determined by our social structure.

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And then why so much anxiety and stress among the socially fit? So many cases of heart attacks and cancers and neuron disorders? There are genetic basis for diseases, but it is the biochemical environment that triggers gene manifestation in body cells, and stress alters the balance of biochemicals. (Experiments show when cancerous cells are placed back to a normal biochemical environment, they recover. )

And bitterness from those who have seemingly won tough career battles, demanding pleasures for compensation. Yes. Pleasures from women too. It seems unthinkable but is true that many men still think that women are only vaginas! How and where could we find kindness?

Despite mundanity of human affairs, the human heart desires to sing. Small tricks sold by a variety of professionals and amateurs alike cannot truly liberate the human spirit. Neither did and will the alternative medicine – a virtual world of God. Time to re-erect “the monument of a crisis.”

Writing of my homeless friend downstairs, who might have been a genius. (I once met somebody who was extremely talented but had to give him up in the end for I was not even capable of helping myself.)

From the madman to the prophet

The Kahlil Gibran Memorial Garden in Woodland Normanstone Terrace Park.

Thus speaks the poet:

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One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen – the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives – I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.” Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

– The Madman

You can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,

But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

– The Prophet

A more thorough report

Near the White House. Lafayette Square and the White House are fenced off. Posters remain on the fences around Lafayette Square and on the walls along H street; it looks all clean and orderly around Black Lives Matter Plaza. Plywood was removed; glass windows shine again, or have new art decorations installed.
Street eateries sprout out across town, and more bike lanes appeared in downtown. An artist was painting on site at an outdoor dining place in Adams Morgan. Anju, the number one restaurant in town (its chefs may well become the next José Andrés), reopened (top right).
People were enjoying a Wednesday evening in Meridian Hill Park with Joan of Arc.

It’s been a while

An update on what’s going on in town. Squash on Fire has been igniting squash – a sport said to be not only the healthiest for the body but also stimulating the mind – in DC. The club boasts a world class squash facility on top of a fire station and serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Well, I don’t know how you’d feel to dine on fire; the new Martin Luther King Memorial Library definitely looks awesome and is supposed to reopen soon after a three-and-a-half-year renovation. Things look pretty much back to normal in Georgetown. Chinatown and Penn Quarter seem to have been affected more by and still need recovery from “the riot.” José Andrés is keeping things bright there. His China Chilcano went into hibernation, but he keeps reinventing the other two restaurants, Jaleo and Zaytinya, with new art decorations. The window display at Kramerbooks never stops, in keeping with changes in our time.

Top: outdoor dining at Zaytinya with new artdeco; middle-left: DC Squash club sitting on fire in upper town; middle-right: newly renovated Martin Luther King Memorial Library looks awesome; bottom-left: what’s new at Kramerbooks window display; bottom-right: Georgetown waterfront in the evening.

He too has been forgotten

A bike trip that begins with Washington Monument and ends with Washington’s Mount Vernon home along the Potomac, a river that flows through the nation’s capital, does not only offer a delightful experience of rich marshes and lush woodland and nice views of waterfront houses, marinas, sailing boats, and flights taking off from an airport named by a president, but also time and ample material to eschew: where the nation came from and where it is going.

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George Washington, the first president, intended to step down after his first term, but ran for a second term because he was convinced that the intense tensions between Alexander Hamilton (Secretary of the Treasury then)  and Thomas Jefferson (Secretary of State) and divisions between the newly formed Federalist and Democratic-Republican parties led by them would rip apart the country without his leadership. He tried to remain neutral during his terms.

In his farewell address after the second term, Washington warned of the danger of party politics to the State. He pointed out: “One of the expedients of party to acquire influence within particular districts is to misrepresent the opinions and aims of other districts. You cannot shield yourselves too much against the jealousies and heartburnings which spring from these misrepresentations; they tend to render alien to each other those who ought to be bound together by fraternal affection.”

He said “The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge, natural to party dissension, which in different ages and countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism. But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism… and sooner or later the chief of some prevailing faction, more able or more fortunate than his competitors, turns this disposition to the purposes of his own elevation, on the ruins of public liberty.”

He advised that political parties must be restrained in a popularly elected government because “It serves always to distract the public councils and enfeeble the public administration. It agitates the community with ill-founded jealousies and false alarms, kindles the animosity of one part against another, foments occasionally riot and insurrection. It opens the door to foreign influence and corruption, which finds a facilitated access to the government itself through the channels of party passions.”

Read full text of his address here.

Indeed, the parties have evolved into living beings of their own over time, and the sole purpose is to win election or get reelected. Today the opposition of parties goes so extreme that obstruction becomes a standard policy. It seems that only a disaster like the Great Depression could bring them temporarily closer. But why does the country have to suffer such tremendous pain for parties to comprise? Where does “for the people” go?

On exhibition at the National Museum of American History. The chart shows divergence and distance between the two parties. If we were to plot the trends in later years, the lines would go off the map.

Looks like a god

The stature of Amerigo Vespucci – an Italian merchant, explorer, and writer, who first used the term New World, and from whose name the terms America and Americas are derived – in the garden of the Art Museum of the Americas, undisturbed by the current political turmoil.

Human history is bloody; in fact, larger and increasingly complex social organizations grew and came about through wars and conquest. The past of each nation was rife with cruelty, misjudgments, and mistakes, but we have to let it go and focus on making things right from now on. The question is: can we make things right?

Connecting dots

There is something basic about connecting the new with the old that appeals to the mind – perhaps because it helps make a whole and expand the whole, whereas fragments are easily gone with the wind.

Following W&OD trail to Vienna. I used to visit the town often when I was living in Northern Virginia and would walk on W&OD from the other direction.

Still forgotten

“All men are born equally free and independent, and have certain inherent natural Rights… among which are the Enjoyment of Life and Liberty, with the Means of acquiring and possessing Property, and pursuing and obtaining Happiness and Safety.” – the Virginia Declaration of Rights, 1776.

George Mason, the forgotten founder, who wrote the Virginia Declaration of Rights which inspired the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights, sits in his garden with a book by Cicero.

By the way, it was recognized even in ancient times that every human being has a right to natural satisfaction of life. The Greek sophist Antiphon (470 – 411 BC) believed that we are all equal by nature, and all have the ability to fulfill the natural satisfactions which are necessary. Zhuang Zi (369 – 286 BC), an important Taoist after Lao Tzu, believed that although things are different in their nature, and their natural ability is also not the same, what they share in common is that they are all equally happy when they have a full and free exercise of their natural ability.

Quantum entanglement

An image of a deer with beautiful antlers across Cabin John Creek.

My cousin Dong passed away yesterday at age 45. While he was battling death thousands of miles away, my heart beat irregularly in the past few days. Today I tried to search for our childhoods in the alleys of my memory but failed. Still who knows that the mountains, the woods, and the earth are not the medium to connect us? Dong was a sunny cousin and a kind person. He was an avid traveler and photographer and had gone on many solo trips to Tibet and other remote areas to photograph nature. He will live on in nature and in the minds of all those who have seen his smile.

(And if there were no particle entanglement, how could you suddenly hear from someone just when you felt crying? Underlying social interaction is quantum physics at work.)