Vegetarian, n. Native American word for bad hunter
Religion could also be said to have stemmed from our overactive imaginations. Certainly when humans began living together and creating tools and using advanced methods to hunt and gather food imaginations were very useful. But as we advanced and found time and room to exercise our abstract thinking abilities beyond just sustenance, I believe we found a problem. We quickly found the truth that we are no more significant than the animals we hunted. This would cause a massive amount of cognitive dissonance in any individual.
Most individuals believe that they are significant and important. However, the truth of our reality is that we are insignificant. So in order to resolve these two conflicting ideas we have social structures like religion. Religion gives the life we lead in this reality a purpose and an ultimate goal. We delude ourselves into believing we are important and descended from an important being.
When faced with certain death it is hard to tell what people will think or do resolve the dissonance regarding death. Death is ultimately a bad state of being. It's an unknown place where you cannot return to the life you live here. Almost universally we do not want to die.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Good time for a reminder
Browsing through an old blog of mine.
Rules to Funny:
1) Repetition. This one is stupid, but it works. Say something over and over, and then repeat it, and then say it some more. Two or three times. Example: "In his spare time, young Luke Skywalker enjoyed driving his land speeder, whining, shooting womp-rats, cruising for chicks in Mos Eisley, whining, nerf-herding, and whining." Sometimes, driving a joke into the ground makes it funnier. Other times, it just makes the joke dead, so please be careful, cautious, and vigilant if you decide to use this technique. And also be careful.
2) Misdirection. A little more sophisticated and "witty" than repetition. Appear to go one direction with your writing, but end up in a completely different place. Like Australia. For instance: "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
3) Escalation: The key to the absurd style, but all around a good technique. Start out reasonable and sensible, then become increasingly extreme, irrational, and absurd. Example: "Among the monastic sins listed by Saint Anselm are sodomy, bestiality, wearing clean underwear, touching oneself anywhere below the neck, heavy breathing, and approaching closer than 40 furlongs to a female of any mammalian species." Starting out absurd and staying that way is rarely funny. Absurdity can be funny, but it helps to work up to it from a serious- or at least, less-absurd- starting point. This is true whether you're dealing with a single sentence, a whole article, or putting live moray eels down your pants.
4) Repetition.
5) Being Self-referential. Again, sort of an obvious technique but it can be funny. "Repetition" repeats, "Misdirection" veers off into Australia, "Escalation" escalates. See this article's section on Being Self Referential.
6) Understatement. For instance, "many people would say that the Holocaust was not a good thing". Writing "OMG this kid in my class Joe Shmoe is so stupid!" is not as funny as taking a more understated approach such as "Joe Shmoe is not quite as intelligent as a mildly retarded woodchuck suffering from late-stage syphilus." Not that you're allowed to write about your classmates, though.
7) Repetition.
8) Circularity. For an example, see Being Circular.
9) Being Circular. For an example, see Circularity. (again, this is a dumb but effective technique, if it isn't overused).
10) The Straight Man. A common beginner's mistake is to be ridiculous the whole way through. However, being serious is a vital part of being frivolous. They're yin and yang, opposites that need each other. In a comic routine, this role is served by the 'straight man'. Marge Simpson's seriousness throws Homer's idiocy into sharp relief; Graham Chapman plays his King Arthur completely deadpan, making the rest of Monty Python and the Holy Grail that much more absurd by comparison. Generally speaking, you'll need some sections of your writing to serve as the "straight man". These are all the non-joke things: the background information, facts or factual sounding statements, the stuff that builds up to and supports the jokes, the punchlines, the non-sequitirs and the bizarre twists, making them sound that much more brain damaged by comparison. If your goal is to sound like a lunatic, it helps to have a sane man in the room.
11) Write in a Consistent Style. Some articles read as if they're been written by a college professor, many sound like they're written by a mentally challenged thirteen-year-old, and most of the... well, it's not entirely clear that these were written by something with opposable thumbs. However it usually works best to write a single article in a single style. That is, you would read it and assume a single person wrote it. It should not read like paragraph 1 is the work of a five year old girl, paragraph 2 is the work of a crotchety old man, and paragraph 3 resulted from a collaboration by a epileptic goat, a squid with Alzheimer's, and an emo kid. There are exceptions (say, writing on multiple personality disorder) but quality articles usually follow this rule.
12) Pick your targets. Some people are just asking to be taken down a notch. The rich, the powerful and the famous. People who are liars, hypocrites, arrogant or jerks are also perfect targets for satire. Generally speaking, people who are helpless aren't. Making fun of cancer patients is hard. Let me tell you, I've tried and the cancer ward was not amused. Nice people are also poor targets; Mother Teresa doesn't lend herself to parody.
Rules to Funny:
1) Repetition. This one is stupid, but it works. Say something over and over, and then repeat it, and then say it some more. Two or three times. Example: "In his spare time, young Luke Skywalker enjoyed driving his land speeder, whining, shooting womp-rats, cruising for chicks in Mos Eisley, whining, nerf-herding, and whining." Sometimes, driving a joke into the ground makes it funnier. Other times, it just makes the joke dead, so please be careful, cautious, and vigilant if you decide to use this technique. And also be careful.
2) Misdirection. A little more sophisticated and "witty" than repetition. Appear to go one direction with your writing, but end up in a completely different place. Like Australia. For instance: "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
3) Escalation: The key to the absurd style, but all around a good technique. Start out reasonable and sensible, then become increasingly extreme, irrational, and absurd. Example: "Among the monastic sins listed by Saint Anselm are sodomy, bestiality, wearing clean underwear, touching oneself anywhere below the neck, heavy breathing, and approaching closer than 40 furlongs to a female of any mammalian species." Starting out absurd and staying that way is rarely funny. Absurdity can be funny, but it helps to work up to it from a serious- or at least, less-absurd- starting point. This is true whether you're dealing with a single sentence, a whole article, or putting live moray eels down your pants.
4) Repetition.
5) Being Self-referential. Again, sort of an obvious technique but it can be funny. "Repetition" repeats, "Misdirection" veers off into Australia, "Escalation" escalates. See this article's section on Being Self Referential.
6) Understatement. For instance, "many people would say that the Holocaust was not a good thing". Writing "OMG this kid in my class Joe Shmoe is so stupid!" is not as funny as taking a more understated approach such as "Joe Shmoe is not quite as intelligent as a mildly retarded woodchuck suffering from late-stage syphilus." Not that you're allowed to write about your classmates, though.
7) Repetition.
8) Circularity. For an example, see Being Circular.
9) Being Circular. For an example, see Circularity. (again, this is a dumb but effective technique, if it isn't overused).
10) The Straight Man. A common beginner's mistake is to be ridiculous the whole way through. However, being serious is a vital part of being frivolous. They're yin and yang, opposites that need each other. In a comic routine, this role is served by the 'straight man'. Marge Simpson's seriousness throws Homer's idiocy into sharp relief; Graham Chapman plays his King Arthur completely deadpan, making the rest of Monty Python and the Holy Grail that much more absurd by comparison. Generally speaking, you'll need some sections of your writing to serve as the "straight man". These are all the non-joke things: the background information, facts or factual sounding statements, the stuff that builds up to and supports the jokes, the punchlines, the non-sequitirs and the bizarre twists, making them sound that much more brain damaged by comparison. If your goal is to sound like a lunatic, it helps to have a sane man in the room.
11) Write in a Consistent Style. Some articles read as if they're been written by a college professor, many sound like they're written by a mentally challenged thirteen-year-old, and most of the... well, it's not entirely clear that these were written by something with opposable thumbs. However it usually works best to write a single article in a single style. That is, you would read it and assume a single person wrote it. It should not read like paragraph 1 is the work of a five year old girl, paragraph 2 is the work of a crotchety old man, and paragraph 3 resulted from a collaboration by a epileptic goat, a squid with Alzheimer's, and an emo kid. There are exceptions (say, writing on multiple personality disorder) but quality articles usually follow this rule.
12) Pick your targets. Some people are just asking to be taken down a notch. The rich, the powerful and the famous. People who are liars, hypocrites, arrogant or jerks are also perfect targets for satire. Generally speaking, people who are helpless aren't. Making fun of cancer patients is hard. Let me tell you, I've tried and the cancer ward was not amused. Nice people are also poor targets; Mother Teresa doesn't lend herself to parody.
Truth Seeker and Soul Eater
A person has once asked me, why does God send such trials toward us?
The bible states that he has the power to be all beneficial, to rid of us of all sufferings, and if he did not, then what god would he be?
Yet he does not. He chooses to force us to suffer through these tribulations, and it is a quite common question to ask "Why?!"
A child, taken from the most sheltered of homes, when thrusted into the cold, cruel, and largely uncaring world, will likely be unprepared. Despite the fact that his upbringing was happy, and carefree, his childhood was far from perfect. We learn more from our mistakes, and we learn the most from these trials and tribulations. It can be taken, then, that God is merely giving us a proper "upbringing," spiritually and secularly.
Yet, this in itself raises a question that isn't heard as often as the other one. Wisdom seekers often find themselves satisfied with the above answer, never questioning the answer given.
When a child is forced to be put through discipline and tribulations, it is to teach him and prepare him for the adulthood that is to follow.
What is god preparing us for? If heaven is the wonderful land that it reputably is, then why must we prepare for entrance? Sheltered children have a more innocent and romantic view of the world, while the cynical children are those that have experienced troublesome times.
I am quick to doubt cynicism is a quality that is sought after in God's Kingdom of Heaven.
The bible states that he has the power to be all beneficial, to rid of us of all sufferings, and if he did not, then what god would he be?
Yet he does not. He chooses to force us to suffer through these tribulations, and it is a quite common question to ask "Why?!"
A child, taken from the most sheltered of homes, when thrusted into the cold, cruel, and largely uncaring world, will likely be unprepared. Despite the fact that his upbringing was happy, and carefree, his childhood was far from perfect. We learn more from our mistakes, and we learn the most from these trials and tribulations. It can be taken, then, that God is merely giving us a proper "upbringing," spiritually and secularly.
Yet, this in itself raises a question that isn't heard as often as the other one. Wisdom seekers often find themselves satisfied with the above answer, never questioning the answer given.
When a child is forced to be put through discipline and tribulations, it is to teach him and prepare him for the adulthood that is to follow.
What is god preparing us for? If heaven is the wonderful land that it reputably is, then why must we prepare for entrance? Sheltered children have a more innocent and romantic view of the world, while the cynical children are those that have experienced troublesome times.
I am quick to doubt cynicism is a quality that is sought after in God's Kingdom of Heaven.
Monday, December 22, 2008
An Empty Quiver and Twitching Fingers
Once again finding myself with an empty reserve of thoughts, yet a strange urge to write, I am at my blog once more. So with no ideas, I proceed to write, yet, why write with no ideas?
I end up sitting in front of the computer, desperately casting my eyes around the room and set my mind to roaming, with many potential subjects of literature, yet with no motivation to write upon. There, a bowl sits upon the table, empty except for where my mind attempts to fill it with something that is a revelation, and something that would awe my audiences.
Sometimes, however, a bowl is merely a bowl. No advanced metaphor for its existence other than to contain things. Empty like my mind, yet as I continue to stare upon this bowl, my mind continues to fill.
Filling this empty rice bowl of my mind, not with rice, but with the most delicious of soup's, nourishing the body, stimulating the mind to reach the apex of its mental activity, not the normal dreariness of normal thinking, but the perfect reactions of creative thinking. Certainly felt by great artists, writers, and song writers when they reach the climax of their production, this mental clarity is brought upon the reflection of the ordinary, taking from seemingly the ordinary and turning it, unbelievably, even more ordinary.
Inspiration, much like it's distant cousin knowledge, is everywhere.
Writing about a lack of writing. Interesting concept, yet one that needs working.
I end up sitting in front of the computer, desperately casting my eyes around the room and set my mind to roaming, with many potential subjects of literature, yet with no motivation to write upon. There, a bowl sits upon the table, empty except for where my mind attempts to fill it with something that is a revelation, and something that would awe my audiences.
Sometimes, however, a bowl is merely a bowl. No advanced metaphor for its existence other than to contain things. Empty like my mind, yet as I continue to stare upon this bowl, my mind continues to fill.
Filling this empty rice bowl of my mind, not with rice, but with the most delicious of soup's, nourishing the body, stimulating the mind to reach the apex of its mental activity, not the normal dreariness of normal thinking, but the perfect reactions of creative thinking. Certainly felt by great artists, writers, and song writers when they reach the climax of their production, this mental clarity is brought upon the reflection of the ordinary, taking from seemingly the ordinary and turning it, unbelievably, even more ordinary.
Inspiration, much like it's distant cousin knowledge, is everywhere.
Writing about a lack of writing. Interesting concept, yet one that needs working.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
We Be Jammin' Now!
Alot of people think that randomness equates to hilarity, that making no sense is a surefire way to be funny.
These people tend to think that because they create a sentient piece of toast slathered in strawberry jelly, holding a purple umbrella, and naming him Highway Man's Friend, they are comedians.
They are sadly mistaken.
There is no specific formula into creating funny, as there is to much that goes into creating it.
Is it a gift from the heavens? A perfect series of synapses in the brain that causes hilarity?
Strawberry Jam. T'is the lifeblood of comedy.
These people tend to think that because they create a sentient piece of toast slathered in strawberry jelly, holding a purple umbrella, and naming him Highway Man's Friend, they are comedians.
They are sadly mistaken.
There is no specific formula into creating funny, as there is to much that goes into creating it.
Is it a gift from the heavens? A perfect series of synapses in the brain that causes hilarity?
Strawberry Jam. T'is the lifeblood of comedy.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Certain death.
Recently, I spotted something ridiculous on the internet (Hah, thats new)...
"If you are an Atheist, believe that religion is ignorance, and are 100% proud of it, put this in your blog."
When faced with certain death, will you stare back into the eyes of your conquerer, tall and proud, and to the very last second, die without the thought of God in your mind? Will you not seek the religious comfort of an afterlife, but instead face the cold and calculating secularism that is Atheism?
Your last thoughts will not be on of your networks, your money, your sciences, but on what happens after. When you're faced with losing everything secular, you're forced to think about what you have spiritually.
Humans are, by nature, greedy. We always seek to posses something, despite our best efforts to remain generous. There is hardly a man on the earth that will dispense of all his earthly possessions so readily, and those would do so are almost always highly religious.
Religion in itself is a possession. Because of the amazing growth of a middle class in America and many "developed" nations, many individuals posses enough objects to feel that they have no need for a religion.
When alone, with no worldly possessions, they will desperately cast around for something to own. When on your deathbed, everything worldly is gone and meaningless. Spiritualism gives us something to hold onto after we lose our last possession; our lives.
In the past, this has pushed us towards religion. Peasants and wanderers, who owned little more than what they could carry on their backs, wanted something to call their own, and created religion, a god they could turn to in the event of tragedy, and a set of rights and wrongs through which they attempted to control their own human nature.
"If you are an Atheist, believe that religion is ignorance, and are 100% proud of it, put this in your blog."
When faced with certain death, will you stare back into the eyes of your conquerer, tall and proud, and to the very last second, die without the thought of God in your mind? Will you not seek the religious comfort of an afterlife, but instead face the cold and calculating secularism that is Atheism?
Your last thoughts will not be on of your networks, your money, your sciences, but on what happens after. When you're faced with losing everything secular, you're forced to think about what you have spiritually.
Humans are, by nature, greedy. We always seek to posses something, despite our best efforts to remain generous. There is hardly a man on the earth that will dispense of all his earthly possessions so readily, and those would do so are almost always highly religious.
Religion in itself is a possession. Because of the amazing growth of a middle class in America and many "developed" nations, many individuals posses enough objects to feel that they have no need for a religion.
When alone, with no worldly possessions, they will desperately cast around for something to own. When on your deathbed, everything worldly is gone and meaningless. Spiritualism gives us something to hold onto after we lose our last possession; our lives.
In the past, this has pushed us towards religion. Peasants and wanderers, who owned little more than what they could carry on their backs, wanted something to call their own, and created religion, a god they could turn to in the event of tragedy, and a set of rights and wrongs through which they attempted to control their own human nature.
Role Models
Who is to say what a hero is to me? One that I look up to? There are many people to whom I respect and look up to, yet to classify them as a hero seems to immortalize them as indestructible.
The only person that would fit into this category would be the Big Man himself, but he is so mysterious, that to model myself after him would be similar to following instructions written in Greek. Translated from Spanish, by a child who speaks only Italian.
He leaves us with only the ability to question ourselves so, and with what we should and should not do. Nothing wrong with that, but I find that I don't think I should model myself after someone who seems so faithless as to trust humanity to faith.
I don't have heroes, but I do have great friends and family, and really, what else do you need?
The only person that would fit into this category would be the Big Man himself, but he is so mysterious, that to model myself after him would be similar to following instructions written in Greek. Translated from Spanish, by a child who speaks only Italian.
He leaves us with only the ability to question ourselves so, and with what we should and should not do. Nothing wrong with that, but I find that I don't think I should model myself after someone who seems so faithless as to trust humanity to faith.
I don't have heroes, but I do have great friends and family, and really, what else do you need?
Now, Be Myself.
Food for thought, piece of cake.
Make a promise, lead the way.
Pay some homage when they reach the stage.
Common sense is often preferred to logic, against all conventional common sense. Common sense dictates that the job of a policeman is to bring back the peace. If, for example, a domestic dispute between two neighbors because a Mr. Smith's dog has crapped in the wrong place for the last damn time, Mr. Blake and Mr. Smith are now having a vicious row over the 4 foot hedge spanning the properties, which Mr. Smith is sure Mr. Blake is watering much to often, and Mr. Blake is sure that Mr. Smith shouldn't be trimming it so often. Mrs. Blake and Smith are off having their own private arguments around the back, or else having a quiet sit down over tea and biscuits.
In this case, a policeman's job is to quell the nagging urge to bang together the heads of the two men, and drag them away from each other, to a later fair trial. Their job is not, as is often expected, to solve the argument, merely bring back the peace. They are keepers of the peace, and no more. Solving the argument requires a really good contractor, or perhaps a lawyer or two.
Now, if Mr. Smith clambered over the hedge and stabbed Mr. Blake with his hedge shearers, in which case it became the case of the Notorious Hedge Murderer, then it was the police's job to solve the case, but at least it's one they're damn well trained to do.
People in our country expect to much from to little people. Spread the work, it's not communist, it's "Common sense."
Make a promise, lead the way.
Pay some homage when they reach the stage.
Common sense is often preferred to logic, against all conventional common sense. Common sense dictates that the job of a policeman is to bring back the peace. If, for example, a domestic dispute between two neighbors because a Mr. Smith's dog has crapped in the wrong place for the last damn time, Mr. Blake and Mr. Smith are now having a vicious row over the 4 foot hedge spanning the properties, which Mr. Smith is sure Mr. Blake is watering much to often, and Mr. Blake is sure that Mr. Smith shouldn't be trimming it so often. Mrs. Blake and Smith are off having their own private arguments around the back, or else having a quiet sit down over tea and biscuits.
In this case, a policeman's job is to quell the nagging urge to bang together the heads of the two men, and drag them away from each other, to a later fair trial. Their job is not, as is often expected, to solve the argument, merely bring back the peace. They are keepers of the peace, and no more. Solving the argument requires a really good contractor, or perhaps a lawyer or two.
Now, if Mr. Smith clambered over the hedge and stabbed Mr. Blake with his hedge shearers, in which case it became the case of the Notorious Hedge Murderer, then it was the police's job to solve the case, but at least it's one they're damn well trained to do.
People in our country expect to much from to little people. Spread the work, it's not communist, it's "Common sense."
Sunday, December 14, 2008
That little voice
Dreams are truly an interesting part of humanity; what caused our bodies to produce images while we rest? Imaginative situations and equally imaginative solutions so oft produced at a time when our brain is supposedly at rest, it leads me to wonder the nature of a nightmare.
Producing dreams where we escape from the bleakness of our lives is understandable, as these images are almost certainly enjoyable. Creating something enjoyable, in short, is easily understood, yet to create nightmares is something that is inexplicably both terrifying and exceptional to be an observer of, much less take part in, is something that I find interesting.
Why frighten ourselves? A precedent can be taken with the horror genre of literature, where fright is created and observed consciously. We enjoy this fear because in the back of our minds, we know its not true. The fright is an interesting and delightful feeling when you know the terror is fictitious.
Similar to thought process involved in playing in the rain. When you can play in the rain with a hot bath to look forward to, it's quite enjoyable. When you can walk in the rain with only the prospect of getting even wetter in the near future, it is anything but enjoyable.
The lingering effects of a nightmare can be emotionally scarring, leaving one to feel its effect for days to come, sometimes extending to weeks or months in some unfortunate cases. So, the question remains. Why?
Perhaps it is the nature of humanity, where we must understand our fears before we can feasibly overcome them. To see your fears materialize in front of you, whether in a waking state or not, you soon acclimate to such fears. In other cases, you realize what it is you truly fear, which is the first step towards overcoming it.
Yet, oftentimes, they are presented in elaborate metaphors that even the most analytical of persons can conjure up in a waking state. Is the creative state enabled while the rest of the mind is at rest? Is this why I prefer to write later on at night, as opposed to in the afternoon?
Maaayybbeee.
Producing dreams where we escape from the bleakness of our lives is understandable, as these images are almost certainly enjoyable. Creating something enjoyable, in short, is easily understood, yet to create nightmares is something that is inexplicably both terrifying and exceptional to be an observer of, much less take part in, is something that I find interesting.
Why frighten ourselves? A precedent can be taken with the horror genre of literature, where fright is created and observed consciously. We enjoy this fear because in the back of our minds, we know its not true. The fright is an interesting and delightful feeling when you know the terror is fictitious.
Similar to thought process involved in playing in the rain. When you can play in the rain with a hot bath to look forward to, it's quite enjoyable. When you can walk in the rain with only the prospect of getting even wetter in the near future, it is anything but enjoyable.
The lingering effects of a nightmare can be emotionally scarring, leaving one to feel its effect for days to come, sometimes extending to weeks or months in some unfortunate cases. So, the question remains. Why?
Perhaps it is the nature of humanity, where we must understand our fears before we can feasibly overcome them. To see your fears materialize in front of you, whether in a waking state or not, you soon acclimate to such fears. In other cases, you realize what it is you truly fear, which is the first step towards overcoming it.
Yet, oftentimes, they are presented in elaborate metaphors that even the most analytical of persons can conjure up in a waking state. Is the creative state enabled while the rest of the mind is at rest? Is this why I prefer to write later on at night, as opposed to in the afternoon?
Maaayybbeee.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Finale
Three posts in a row, my. Isn't someone creative?
The past is nothing but a memory, and a memory is not a thing that we can travel back to and re-live easily.
Humans live for the moment, and because the past is nothing more than a memory that cannot be accessed in any way other than our minds, we long for the past, no matter how impossible it is. The past is a refuge, where we know the ending to every sad story, and the answer to every problem. Where the moment can once again be re-lived by us, and thus, people often get stuck in the past, lingering where they shouldn't, longing for days long gone, never to come again.
True, certain things are understandable to linger in the past(I really shouldn't write that, I'm just enabling and rationalizing for myself.), yet, looking back at the past often causes you to crash blindly into the future.
Everything ends. Relationships always end with breaking up, or death. There is never an everlasting relationship, as it a single interaction shared between separate people, of which must always end. It is my advice then to enjoy what is to be had from a relationship while you are still able to enjoy it, as such enjoyment may never come once again.
Everything is a once in a lifetime opportunity; it just depends on how you take it.
The past is nothing but a memory, and a memory is not a thing that we can travel back to and re-live easily.
Humans live for the moment, and because the past is nothing more than a memory that cannot be accessed in any way other than our minds, we long for the past, no matter how impossible it is. The past is a refuge, where we know the ending to every sad story, and the answer to every problem. Where the moment can once again be re-lived by us, and thus, people often get stuck in the past, lingering where they shouldn't, longing for days long gone, never to come again.
True, certain things are understandable to linger in the past(I really shouldn't write that, I'm just enabling and rationalizing for myself.), yet, looking back at the past often causes you to crash blindly into the future.
Everything ends. Relationships always end with breaking up, or death. There is never an everlasting relationship, as it a single interaction shared between separate people, of which must always end. It is my advice then to enjoy what is to be had from a relationship while you are still able to enjoy it, as such enjoyment may never come once again.
Everything is a once in a lifetime opportunity; it just depends on how you take it.
Rationale
Physics classes everywhere state the fact that every force in the world requires energy to operate and function.
Thus, the abstract concept of time must require copious amounts of energy to run. Moving through the plane of time is something that does not come from within us, as anatomy has yet to find a discreet green organ that can freeze the human body with its disability, and death will not stop a body's progress through time, only subject it to the cold grip of lifelessness.
Therefore, this energy must come from somewhere, but where? What drives us through every second, minute, and hour? It must be massive, as to go against such great amounts of energy, IE Time Travel, is something we haven't yet managed, or even gave any significant amount of energy.
Why do I think of this? Because I recently thought of the concept of a universal tick, or the smallest amount of time for anything to happen, to actually happen.
Imagine a ray of light.
The fastest thing known to man, capable of traveling to the moon and back in about 1.3 seconds. Now, take the smallest distance known to man. An atom, but broken down into hundredths. So small that over a billion cover an invisible spec of dust on your very computer screen. Now imagine smaller.
Then take the amount of time it takes for light to travel that distance. It is at that amount of time that is the universal tick, when present becomes past, and future becomes present. Referring back to a previous post (Epiphany), I now think.
That it is time for bed.
Thus, the abstract concept of time must require copious amounts of energy to run. Moving through the plane of time is something that does not come from within us, as anatomy has yet to find a discreet green organ that can freeze the human body with its disability, and death will not stop a body's progress through time, only subject it to the cold grip of lifelessness.
Therefore, this energy must come from somewhere, but where? What drives us through every second, minute, and hour? It must be massive, as to go against such great amounts of energy, IE Time Travel, is something we haven't yet managed, or even gave any significant amount of energy.
Why do I think of this? Because I recently thought of the concept of a universal tick, or the smallest amount of time for anything to happen, to actually happen.
Imagine a ray of light.
The fastest thing known to man, capable of traveling to the moon and back in about 1.3 seconds. Now, take the smallest distance known to man. An atom, but broken down into hundredths. So small that over a billion cover an invisible spec of dust on your very computer screen. Now imagine smaller.
Then take the amount of time it takes for light to travel that distance. It is at that amount of time that is the universal tick, when present becomes past, and future becomes present. Referring back to a previous post (Epiphany), I now think.
That it is time for bed.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Flat on my back
Death is a personification of all human fears, yet there is nothing we can do but await it with a bated breath, awaiting this inevitable final hurdle into a dark void of forever.
A place that lurks behind every thought of every child, man, and woman, conjuring terrible images of fear and loss, tearing us unwillingly from what we perceive as a perfect moment. It is always on the boundaries of our sight, ready to come rushing back at a moment's notice, to envelop our sense, and return us to the void from whence the world was created. This place, it has no name but the dark. It is the space behind our eyes where we think our terrible thoughts, where we do things to people who we despise beyond belief, and our fears are realized.
Without it, we are not human, but with it, we cannot be truly satisfied with our lives.
Way to be emo.
A place that lurks behind every thought of every child, man, and woman, conjuring terrible images of fear and loss, tearing us unwillingly from what we perceive as a perfect moment. It is always on the boundaries of our sight, ready to come rushing back at a moment's notice, to envelop our sense, and return us to the void from whence the world was created. This place, it has no name but the dark. It is the space behind our eyes where we think our terrible thoughts, where we do things to people who we despise beyond belief, and our fears are realized.
Without it, we are not human, but with it, we cannot be truly satisfied with our lives.
Way to be emo.
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