my impromptu composition from a pinoyexchange thread :)
"Subjectivity is the issue, a claim about objectivity can easily be used as excuse for subjective purpose by the motive of so called adherents, as evidenced by machinations of materialistic ideologies.
Science in a philosophical viewpoint is far from subjective, rather it is relative to one's environment and of the Human phenomenon, being another facet of Truth.
Science not having detached to the Human Phenomenon is not far from the essence of its Truth, but nearer."
-Ric Vil Hori
24 November 2009
12 July 2009
Mother Nature gave me a gift!
Today, Sunday, this afternoon after my illustration of a chick on a nest for our writers group's supplementary literary page was printed in a Davao newspaper, Mother Nature gave me a gift!
The awesome gift was just that, a newly fluttering chick I befriended that I perched right in my very hands! During those amazing, ethereal, infinite minutes, the chick allowed me to pick it up, it then flew somehow on my shoulder from which I perched it up again in my hands, and savored every second of these unforgettable moments!
We gazed at each other, me acting elated and overwhelmed, and it acting curious, and as the afternoon sky finally loomed overhead, my friend chick chirped excitedly as if to translate, "hey it's really gonna be late, and I really hav'ta go!" and off my little friend flew, as butterflies suddenly appeared and fluttered everywhere.
I'm gonna call my little feathery friend as Swswt! And haha, you have to whistle to pronounce it!
(I was listening to this music from a French internet radio station while blogging it, and even if I don't understand its lyrics, the language of music is universal and this did express the elation I felt during that awesome moment, so I decide to embed it too:)
Je te donne -Jean Jacques Goldman
14 January 2009
Mates
This is an excerpt from my sci-fi story eentitled Mates. It was published in a local daily (Sunstar Davao) last Sunday, 11 January courtesy of our writers' group advocating local literary works thru a one-page supplement named Dagmay. I intend to reveal the full story when I get to publish a small book compiling my other sci-fi compositions. It may also be found in http://dagmay.kom.ph. I re-edited this from the printed version:
MATES
(excerpt)
They knew each other. From the moment they first laid eyes, he recognized her, and she him. Nothing would separate them; not even the war that had caused so much misery that brought their once magnificent civilization to its tragic downfall. Nothing would interfere with their bliss. They were soul mates.
Together with fellow human survivors in the escape fleet, they fled the havoc wrought by their nemesis, the Banac’ans. Their home planet had been pierced through its very core, causing its horrendous destruction. With it, the civilizations, the lives they once knew, the whole planet itself, vanished from the face of the galaxy.
Yet with the seething menace lurking in the vast shadows of space, the survivors could not tell when the enemy would strike again. Banac’an probes discovered their underground colony hidden in an obscure planet and a bloody skirmish ensued. Noble warriors sacrificed themselves and fought valiantly, desperately, just to buy the precious seconds that would allow their beloved kin to escape towards the starship carrier fleets and into the expanse of outer space.
The Leadership assigned her to the communications sector of an escort starship cruiser; he, in turn, commanded one of the enormous carriers with its precious cargo of civilian survivors. Though the war had momentarily separated them, both remained grateful that the other was yet alive. They waited for the time when peace would finally return, so that they might be reunited once again. But hope remained elusive. The overshadowing darkness of the conflict still asserted its presence over their diminutive existence.
The surviving fleet hid at a nearby solar system, positioning itself in between the aggregate belt of a ringed planet and a medium sized sun. The sudden enemy attack had left them ill-equipped to proceed with the original escape plan. They needed to amass enough energy to power a massive warp-space that could teleport the entire fleet. Already they had identified the coordinates of a distant star system, whose uncharted course could yet spell hope. With raw tachyon harvested from solar flares and hydrogen fuel from water accumulated from the ring aggregates, they hoped to recharge energies before the agile Banac’an probes could penetrate their lair.
Then, a Banac’an probe capable of penetrating their stealth defense systems came threateningly close. In a last ditch effort, they launched a paralyzing web over the unmanned craft and bombarded it with frequency scramblers. It was futile but might still gain them time to prepare for hurried teleportation. Experience had taught them that destroying the probe instead hastened the enemy’s arrival. But the probe activated its own self-destruct mechanism: reacting against the suppressing mesh, its internals triggered an ignition. The exploding probe appalled the survivors as they braced to fight the indomitable foe to the death.
First came the borers. Innumerable metal piercing abominations swarmed towards the fleet with swiftness capable of dodging the rapid shots of their defense turrets. Small enough to fit into passageways and air ducts, the borers were programmed to penetrate deep through a ship’s shield defense sector and annihilate any who stood their way.
With much damage and casualties, some of the ill-fated ships succumbed with their shield defenses, leaving them vulnerable and at the mercy, if there were any, of the vicious enemy. In their very eyes they saw the huge but unshielded starship carriers that nestled their brethren ravaged by ruthless attacks from enemy fighter crafts as Banac’an battleships delivered the final blow with powerful death rays
In the midst of the chaos she silently hoped that his ship survived the onslaught even as her fellow crew struggled to resist the overwhelming invasion. But that was not to be. The borers ultimately penetrated deep into his carrier and reached its shield sector. Death rays tore through the chambers of his ship. Inevitably, he signaled the alarm to abandon the carrier as crew and passengers scrambled towards available escape pods and vehicles.
The countdown to open warp-space commenced. It will be a race for survival for the accumulated but inadequate energy could only accommodate a portion of their fleet. But true to the ideals of their once glorious civilization, the survivors stood firm. In the midst of widespread destruction, demonstrations of nobility, heroism and sacrifice ruled over the tense atmosphere. For the last time, families and friends comforted and strengthened each other.
Over her wrist-held com-link he informed her that he had survived the destruction of his ship. With a hundred survivors, he managed to board an escape vehicle. They hoped to dock with the nearest intact ship but only debris seemed to surround them. He told her not to wait for him, that she must go on. He could only ask for her to survive, and nothing else.
All inter-ship communications abruptly stopped. All remaining energy had to go to the teleportation procedures. With deep heaviness in her heart she proceeded with the task assigned to her as their ship braced for hyperdrive.
At hyper speed, all the surviving and still functional battleships, cruisers, and carriers raced towards the warp-space portal. The survivors suddenly found themselves in another space; the distant stars shimmered, the deep darkness suddenly serene. A brief battle ensued as one of the enemy ships managed to trail behind them. It was promptly eliminated before the enemy could send the coordinates. Eerie calm again pervaded in the unfamiliar space.
She called to him from her com-link. No answer. She tried all means of communication that the ship technology could provide, but still no answer. She cried, and the survivors with her.
MATES
(excerpt)
They knew each other. From the moment they first laid eyes, he recognized her, and she him. Nothing would separate them; not even the war that had caused so much misery that brought their once magnificent civilization to its tragic downfall. Nothing would interfere with their bliss. They were soul mates.
Together with fellow human survivors in the escape fleet, they fled the havoc wrought by their nemesis, the Banac’ans. Their home planet had been pierced through its very core, causing its horrendous destruction. With it, the civilizations, the lives they once knew, the whole planet itself, vanished from the face of the galaxy.
Yet with the seething menace lurking in the vast shadows of space, the survivors could not tell when the enemy would strike again. Banac’an probes discovered their underground colony hidden in an obscure planet and a bloody skirmish ensued. Noble warriors sacrificed themselves and fought valiantly, desperately, just to buy the precious seconds that would allow their beloved kin to escape towards the starship carrier fleets and into the expanse of outer space.
The Leadership assigned her to the communications sector of an escort starship cruiser; he, in turn, commanded one of the enormous carriers with its precious cargo of civilian survivors. Though the war had momentarily separated them, both remained grateful that the other was yet alive. They waited for the time when peace would finally return, so that they might be reunited once again. But hope remained elusive. The overshadowing darkness of the conflict still asserted its presence over their diminutive existence.
The surviving fleet hid at a nearby solar system, positioning itself in between the aggregate belt of a ringed planet and a medium sized sun. The sudden enemy attack had left them ill-equipped to proceed with the original escape plan. They needed to amass enough energy to power a massive warp-space that could teleport the entire fleet. Already they had identified the coordinates of a distant star system, whose uncharted course could yet spell hope. With raw tachyon harvested from solar flares and hydrogen fuel from water accumulated from the ring aggregates, they hoped to recharge energies before the agile Banac’an probes could penetrate their lair.
Then, a Banac’an probe capable of penetrating their stealth defense systems came threateningly close. In a last ditch effort, they launched a paralyzing web over the unmanned craft and bombarded it with frequency scramblers. It was futile but might still gain them time to prepare for hurried teleportation. Experience had taught them that destroying the probe instead hastened the enemy’s arrival. But the probe activated its own self-destruct mechanism: reacting against the suppressing mesh, its internals triggered an ignition. The exploding probe appalled the survivors as they braced to fight the indomitable foe to the death.
First came the borers. Innumerable metal piercing abominations swarmed towards the fleet with swiftness capable of dodging the rapid shots of their defense turrets. Small enough to fit into passageways and air ducts, the borers were programmed to penetrate deep through a ship’s shield defense sector and annihilate any who stood their way.
With much damage and casualties, some of the ill-fated ships succumbed with their shield defenses, leaving them vulnerable and at the mercy, if there were any, of the vicious enemy. In their very eyes they saw the huge but unshielded starship carriers that nestled their brethren ravaged by ruthless attacks from enemy fighter crafts as Banac’an battleships delivered the final blow with powerful death rays
In the midst of the chaos she silently hoped that his ship survived the onslaught even as her fellow crew struggled to resist the overwhelming invasion. But that was not to be. The borers ultimately penetrated deep into his carrier and reached its shield sector. Death rays tore through the chambers of his ship. Inevitably, he signaled the alarm to abandon the carrier as crew and passengers scrambled towards available escape pods and vehicles.
The countdown to open warp-space commenced. It will be a race for survival for the accumulated but inadequate energy could only accommodate a portion of their fleet. But true to the ideals of their once glorious civilization, the survivors stood firm. In the midst of widespread destruction, demonstrations of nobility, heroism and sacrifice ruled over the tense atmosphere. For the last time, families and friends comforted and strengthened each other.
Over her wrist-held com-link he informed her that he had survived the destruction of his ship. With a hundred survivors, he managed to board an escape vehicle. They hoped to dock with the nearest intact ship but only debris seemed to surround them. He told her not to wait for him, that she must go on. He could only ask for her to survive, and nothing else.
All inter-ship communications abruptly stopped. All remaining energy had to go to the teleportation procedures. With deep heaviness in her heart she proceeded with the task assigned to her as their ship braced for hyperdrive.
At hyper speed, all the surviving and still functional battleships, cruisers, and carriers raced towards the warp-space portal. The survivors suddenly found themselves in another space; the distant stars shimmered, the deep darkness suddenly serene. A brief battle ensued as one of the enemy ships managed to trail behind them. It was promptly eliminated before the enemy could send the coordinates. Eerie calm again pervaded in the unfamiliar space.
She called to him from her com-link. No answer. She tried all means of communication that the ship technology could provide, but still no answer. She cried, and the survivors with her.
22 December 2008
Consciousness
I sometimes use the quote from my 'rocket's philosophy' that "Consciousness is the source of gravity."
But, from added observations and contemplations, I would like to add this, "But Consciousness wants out of it too."
I prefer to perceive the realm of Consciousness, as unbounded and from the realm of Pure Energy.
Consistently with my views, Consciousness manifests life, and Life is Pure Energy in its eloquent patterns.
But, from added observations and contemplations, I would like to add this, "But Consciousness wants out of it too."
I prefer to perceive the realm of Consciousness, as unbounded and from the realm of Pure Energy.
Consistently with my views, Consciousness manifests life, and Life is Pure Energy in its eloquent patterns.
01 October 2008
PURE ENERGY is the realm beyond...
Now I recall one of my 'rocket's Theory' on the boundary of space-time and the realm beyond it:
Think beyond the box, my perspective beyond all the physical manifestation of space-time whether above or below the planet and all the stars and galaxies that you see is ultimately curved and bounded in this space-time fabric. I believe the Realm that extend beyond the boundaries of this space-time, is PURE ENERGY. It is with this PURE ENERGY that I perceive causes the vortices within the core of each and every object, from the tiniest atom to the largest galaxy found in the universe, and it is within this core that Gravity manifests.
I posted it on the thread that I opened up at a local Davao-based website:
These Future technologies will soon exist
Think beyond the box, my perspective beyond all the physical manifestation of space-time whether above or below the planet and all the stars and galaxies that you see is ultimately curved and bounded in this space-time fabric. I believe the Realm that extend beyond the boundaries of this space-time, is PURE ENERGY. It is with this PURE ENERGY that I perceive causes the vortices within the core of each and every object, from the tiniest atom to the largest galaxy found in the universe, and it is within this core that Gravity manifests.
I posted it on the thread that I opened up at a local Davao-based website:
These Future technologies will soon exist
25 September 2008
these Future technologies will soon exist
Here are links shared to me by my inventor friend. His ideas are similar with the devices featured here:
No-Fuel Magnetic Motor
Gravity defying Machine
No-Fuel Magnetic Motor
Gravity defying Machine
30 August 2008
my paintings
Here are some of my paintings.
Glimpse of Apo Cliffs
Mountain Path (Mt. Apo)
Like River it Flows
River Ballad
Glimpse of Apo Cliffs
Mountain Path (Mt. Apo)
Like River it Flows
River Ballad
30 July 2008
observing children
Here's my observation on the phenomenon of Human resilience:
"Children like to play among ruins."
- Ric Vil Hori
"Children like to play among ruins."
- Ric Vil Hori
03 July 2008
measure
"The measure of how deep one probes the past will determine how high one aims for the future."
-Ric Vil Hori
-Ric Vil Hori
29 June 2008
My comment to a discussion at pinoyexchange regarding a supposed phenomenon beyond this planet that may occur as 2012 approaches:
Being skeptical may be beneficial, but it remains to be seen whether one has enough discernment when amidst the hoaxes, the fragility of the truth would be noticed and preserved when the valuable moment finally comes. In this case, especially in this country with a naive people subliminally manipulated to servitude of their foreign masters seen or otherwise, so obviously glaring by name of country itself yet they do not even notice it, the lack of discernment could result to destroying and loosing certain fragile truths that such damage may be tragically wasted like pearl thrown to pig stye.
The issue does not rely whether you or I believed it or not when such mysteries in universe will always exist and extend and it will always be there in the great vastness that starkly contrasts myopic, narrowminded opinions like tiny irrelevant speck.
The issue is how one replies to the vastness of the yet to be seen, whether to be humbled, be discerning, vigilant, keeping an open mind, willing to learn in contrast to reactions that are closeminded so blinded by pathetic arrogance that amplify a hollow degree of contemptous ignorance.
http://pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?p=27021420#post27021420
Being skeptical may be beneficial, but it remains to be seen whether one has enough discernment when amidst the hoaxes, the fragility of the truth would be noticed and preserved when the valuable moment finally comes. In this case, especially in this country with a naive people subliminally manipulated to servitude of their foreign masters seen or otherwise, so obviously glaring by name of country itself yet they do not even notice it, the lack of discernment could result to destroying and loosing certain fragile truths that such damage may be tragically wasted like pearl thrown to pig stye.
The issue does not rely whether you or I believed it or not when such mysteries in universe will always exist and extend and it will always be there in the great vastness that starkly contrasts myopic, narrowminded opinions like tiny irrelevant speck.
The issue is how one replies to the vastness of the yet to be seen, whether to be humbled, be discerning, vigilant, keeping an open mind, willing to learn in contrast to reactions that are closeminded so blinded by pathetic arrogance that amplify a hollow degree of contemptous ignorance.
http://pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?p=27021420#post27021420
20 June 2008
my new quote
I composed a new quote today:
"Those who insist on seeking outside never found it inside."
- Ric Vil Hori
The insight came from my obervation of bigots.
"Those who insist on seeking outside never found it inside."
- Ric Vil Hori
The insight came from my obervation of bigots.
10 June 2008
Maharlikan
I created another blogsite called 'Maharlikan' with a nice caption about 'freeing oneself from national mediocrity.'
Posted will be my musings, research and frustration at the state of cultural and historical drought of otherwise valuable sources of inspiration that any self-respecting country should have done.
It continually amuses that with a population of more than 70 million, that majority seemed naive and unaffected that the country was obviously named to continually condition the Filipino psyche that they remain in colonial bondage with a foreign authority. And they wonder why this country is so messed up.
Maharlika means a free person.
Posted will be my musings, research and frustration at the state of cultural and historical drought of otherwise valuable sources of inspiration that any self-respecting country should have done.
It continually amuses that with a population of more than 70 million, that majority seemed naive and unaffected that the country was obviously named to continually condition the Filipino psyche that they remain in colonial bondage with a foreign authority. And they wonder why this country is so messed up.
Maharlika means a free person.
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