LaGaTiN Scribes

The Direction of Flow of Love. The scientific definition I have personally coined for love the ability to do work. Making love appear more or less energy as we know in our basic physics. And as an energy, love has the ability to move from one point to another or even metamorphose from one state to another. For this piece, we focus on the movement of love. Two distinct directions have been postulated as love's possible pathways. •The one-way direction. •The mutually-opposite direction. Now let's try to consider these directions one after the other. But before we even proceed, which of these pathways do you think is best for love's movement. (waiting for your response) The One-way flow module postulates that love must flow from one end (subjective) to another end (objective) in a unidirectional manner. In the sense that the rate of flow of love from the subjective terminal (the one giving the love) is independent on the action of the objective terminal (the one being...

 I walked to lectures by foot. Perhaps you did by car or by a bicycle or by a motorbike or even on a horseback probably but one thing is certain, which is that neither of us got to class by means of a pen and a paper. What is so special about a pen and a paper that men must spend, averagely, half of their lifetime obeying their dictates. Come to think of it, the lecturer spent so much time tutoring and explaining subject matters with all the mighty arsenals of teaching there are. Yet, in the long run, the whole story ends with just a mere pen and paper at the exam hall. Is the pen and paper really the best instrument to ascertain learners' understanding of subject matters thought? In the face of all the technology, sophistication and advancement that postmodern civilization can boast of, is this the best we have got as a measuring tool for understanding? The positiom of a pen paper as the most widely used assessment tool globally is only an indication of how ironic our so called te...

Lately I've been thinking quite a lot about possible losses. Opportunity costs that plays out in the daily decisions I take. Haunting my very conscience, like one worse than the notorious Barabbas, are the many things I tend to take for granted.  Specifically, I have this peculiar dread bred in my heart of losing someone most dear to my heart- my dearest actually. Trust you me, tis no joke-  this fear of mine.  Seeing myself without her beside me in any phase of time or trim of space is cardio-catastrophic in the extremest possibly imaginable order. Far more bitter than death itself. But then another thought, deeper than what I am feeling, is provoked within all of a sudden. How losses seem to mysteriously add value to those things we once possessed. The talents and skills we once wielded become so perfect and flawless only when we have them no more or can no longer utilize them. Have you ever heard of a veteran speak of his days in arms??? Or have you seen a retired teac...