Face Without Eyes

November 1st. It was dark and raining. Around 9pm, I took a seat on the porch and rubbed Zeph's belly with my right foot. As I stared past the gate to the road, I noticed something weird. I walked away from my chair and Zeph followed me down to the gate. Ohhh that was it. Nearly all the neighbourhood houses were dim and quiet--empty. Everyone was out. Everyone was celebrating the first of November in the cemeteries. It was not even All Souls Day until the next day. But that was the culture, that was the norm. 

   I am not questioning Filipino's religiosity in following traditions but the capability of reasonable obedience. I know it makes sense that families would go out on holidays because it's one of the rare days they could get together since everyone has work, school or something. And so with non-working, non-school holidays, families and friends grab the opportunity. But..haha the people I know who are with their family like 25 hours a day in 8 days a week, like my neighbours, it's just funny. No I haven't mentioned the funny and at the same time sad part yet. The truth is, on that  recent holiday, it was raining and the cemeteries were practically flooded--corpses and water combine! Oh what a great fiesta of bacteria! I mean, people don't have to go visit the dead on times so threatening to their own lives. They just don't go to the land of the dead because that's what people had been doing for so many years. I mean, they can excuse themselves. Well I know you could say that it's none of my business that my neighbours went anyway to the cemetery though it's so unsanitary and though everyday's a holiday in their homes but my point goes beyond that. They're just somekind of a fable though their not animals, they're a parable or something. For it isn't only the moment that man follows something so unreasonably. The "my father was and so I'll be" thing. We have brains, we should use it. We have to think if what we're believing and doing is still practical and true. We have eyes so we could test it's truthfulness and all the other senses. We couldn't just rely on feelings 'cause what you feel is a nice tickle of a feather could actually be the lion's tail on it's way to killing you. Unless you turn to look what's there, you'll never know until you die.