20.4.26 - 116 - Bishan Park

When I set out today, at 7.30 am, I specifically held the question in my mind, what is the spirit of the land in Singapore? A place, so utterly cut off from the initial space and place of the land, where everything is changing all the time, where everything is moving constantly, consuming constantly, it has been something which I had to think about.

In Singapore, everything is by design. The spirits of the land though, they clearly agreed to the constant digging and building. It is unending, the constant digging, the drilling, the noise. In between there are oases of silence and greenery and coolness, but you really need to be at the right place and at the right time. 

In Singapore there is only somewhat crowded, crowded and very crowded, although to be fair, when I went walking beneath the void decks, there was almost no one. Only cool breezes and the occasional maid and child/ old person. I don't know, what IS life really? When I think about it... I see people rushing about me and I think, I actually don't know why anyone would do that any longer if it didn't bring them some kind of deep happiness... of course money, yes money... but I have since believed that people can be happy doing repetitive, mindless things, but if you have a genuine community, you can be completely satisfied.

Also after today, I did wonder, what is the most important thing?

You know, the most important thing differs for each person. For me, now, it must be looking after Ma. That's the most important thing, no doubt.

After that, trying to find my feet, but that is of secondary importance. I don't know where I could possibly find the right place to be. What is the next most important thing?