It was raining a moment ago. Singapore weather, it constantly drizzles. It does feel wonderful to be rained on. To feel is a blessing, physicality. Rain is often used as a metaphor for understanding, sadness rained on me. We are physical people, we need such things like rain to experience life, and of course the sun. All physical things and their effects in this material world, We also have thought, which is of a different order. I am so amazed by the stories of coma victims on the internet. Sometimes they come out of coma and speak unknown foreign languages, Many surprising things have happen in coma. Suggestive of something other, beyond this physical world. I have no recollection of coma, but am now more focused on consciousness, except for when it rains.
It’s the monsoon season in Singapore and that explains the excessive rainfall. We’re indeed fortunate to be rained upon as opposed to snowed upon or melting under an unforgiving sun. Watching Interstellar triggered fresh thoughts about global warming and how bad we have become as custodians of this earth.