Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Research of Evil? I think not.

Sometimes, knowing too much is a curse. There is no area that should never be explored, but one should be very careful as to not tamper with life and death. Eugenics is one of the extreme, on-the-borderline areas that most would object to venturing into. However, what most do not know is that eugenics is responsible for the discovery of most of the knowledge about humans that we know about today. I'm not saying that eugenics is good. Though, to think about it, the "badness" of an area of expertise (AOE) is only defined by the type of people working in it. The danger of an area is only determined by the way that the knowledge obtained is used. For example, most zombie apocalypse fanboys may think that microbiology is an "evil" AOE, since most zombie apocalypses were caused by the outbreak of some virus. The American government might think that pyrotechnics is an "evil" AOE, because everybody knows that the American government is addicted on terrorist conspiracy theories, and pyrotechnics is basically the legal form of stereotypical terrorism. The nuclear energy programs have always been seen as "evil", due to a small part of its research being used to creat nuclear weapons. Any communist government may think that philosophy is an "evil" AOE, because through thinking, the facade of prosperity that the communist governments always tries to show may be destroyed, and people would revolt. Need I continue?

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Faust

Faust stories involve a main character who strikes a deal with a supernatural entity to improve himself. Usually, the main character is at a social pinnacle, and desires to go beyond the limit. Then, the main character strikes some sort of deal, usually using one's own soul, with a supernatural entity, usually the devil. Afterwards, when the supernatural entity comes to collect its dues, the main character regrets the deal and pleads with the entity, usually rejected.

In the Picture of Dorian Gray, Dorian Gray is a young, rich bachelor. He was the inspiration of an artist, Basil, and under the influence of Lord Henry, decides that beauty is everything. He wishes that his portrait, created by Basil, would age instead of himself. After he caused an actress, his love Sibyl, to die after rejecting her, he realized a that his wish was granted ashen he saw that his portrait started to sneer. So under Lord Henry's guidance, he set off to experience all the vices. Along the way, he killed Basil, and fears for his life when Sibyl's brother comes for vengeance. He decided to be good so that the painting would change back, but it didn't. In the end, he realizes that the only way to be free is by full confession, and he stabs the painting, killing himself.

It is easy to see the deal with a supernatural entity that Dorian Gray created. He wished that his painting would age instead of him, and it did. Though the supernatural entity was not named, the deal was struck. In the end, he basically sacrifices his soul to vices and ultimately dies.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

So this is our final...?

Describe the kind of people on the floating island of Laputa. What kinds of things did they know? What kinds of things didn't they know? Who is Swift attacking here, and what is he saying about them?

The people on Laputa are more focused on being occupied on "more intelligent things" than to occupy themselves with common chores. They seem to think a lot, but are incapable of grasping the most simple concepts, such as the the sun setting in the west. In fact, I'm not quite sure that the movie portrays them as knowing anything at all. They just pretend to think a lot. The King is particularly dull. He doesn't seem to remember that there was a river flowing through his wife's lands, and lacks common sense. Of course, this also leads him to find no reason for concern when the island threatened to crash. I think Swift is attacking philosophers. They seem to think about everything, yet lack common sense. And when you get right down to it, you find out they don't really know anything.

What is "the catch" (or the secret price) of immortality? What might Johnathan Swift mean by that (in real life)?
The price of immortality is blindness. Swift could mean one of two things. First, he might mean that to seek immortality is blind. If immortality is achievable, it wouldn't be called immortality. For all men would seek and find it, and immortality would be, in a sense, mortality. He could also mean that in order to be immortal, you would have to be blind. If a man is to hold all the knowledge that immortality grants inside his head, he would die mentally.

How does Yahoo society function (i.e. leadership, mating, war)? What is Swift trying to say about human nature?
Yahoo society is wholly based upon violence and mischief. The leader is elected because he is the one who causes the most mischief. Mating is very violent, and mates are prized because of superficial qualities, such as hair color. Swift is describing human nature as being superficial. They fight wars because they want things. Rocks attract them if the rocks are shiny. Humans in general are just stupid and violent.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Meditation 17

Meditation 17 Translation - Flattened

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

My Epigraph




















Clear skies and burnt out matches

There are two physical objects that I really like: fire and the sky. I spent most of my life on my back, looking up into the sky, trying to think and to figure things out. The sky is something that never changes yet changes all the time. In the scientific point of view, the sky is constant; the clouds are the ones that change. However, from the casual observer's point of view, it changes all the time. The thing that I like the most about the sky is that it can be personified easily. When it rains, it is crying. When it is sunny, it is happy. And no matter how crazy or serene the weather is, if you can look beyond the storm clouds, the sky is still blue. It kind of reminds me of myself. No matter what I try to do to change myself, and no matter what mood I am in, I am still going to be myself.

Once I reached middle school, I had a pleasant encounter with one of man's greatest inventions: matches. I find matches really easy to play with. The acrid smell of the flame is somewhat aromatic, and the rate which the matches burn at is fast enough that you can enjoy the risk, but slow enough that you would not really get burned. I found that there were many similarities between matches and life. If you have ever burnt a match, you would notice that the match burns quickly at the head, but gradually spreads across the entire match and slows down as you reach the wood. I like to think of it as learning. You learn real quick at a young age, but as you grow older, you learn slower and slower. Also, the skills you learned at a young age will have to be developed at a later age, which is symbolized by the spreading of the flames.

So to explain my epigraph, there are two parts:
Clear skies means that my true personality is laid out and everyone knows it at the end.
Burnt out matches means that I have fully developed all my skills, and learned everything that I should have, leaving no regrets.

Death


Death has always been categorized as a dreamless sleep that you will never wake up from. As I am typing this at midnight, the idea of eternal sleep welcomes me. Whenever death is mentioned in popular culture or in books, it always seems to be wearing a black cape/hoodie and holding a scythe. I don't really see death as a grim reaper sort of being. I think that death is like a normal person, with the up and down moods of a teenager. When it is content, it takes the old people, who are ready to go. When it is depressed, it takes the newborn babies, who have yet to experience their lives, and leave their parents sobbing. When it is angry, it takes the people who should belong on Darwin Awards, because they basically throw their lives away. When it wants to be a jerk, it either takes away my friends or millions of people who have no idea what hit them. But though death is cruel, it also has limitless possibilities. You can never stop imagining what could happen after death, unless you die, which then you stop imagining at all. Since nobody can really describe what happens after death, the lack of information gives space to speculation. That's why I have a love/hate relationship with death. The inspiration it gives is nice, but when it wants to, it can destroy your life. (get it? destroy your life?)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Come Away Death.

Feste's Song:
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

Tom Dice - Broken:
"You and I are over," that's what you told me
I can't accept this, I'm caught in loneliness
The teardrops fall off my face
Oh girl this was unexpected, our love disconnected

Now don't just leave me standing here
'Cause baby I'm broken, broken
I can't believe this is over, over
Tell me, tell me what life is worth without you

"You and I are over," 'cause that's what you told me
But I keep hoping you'd be giving in
There's something on with my heart, I have the feeling
It's dislocated, weary-lated

Now don't keep me waiting
'Cause baby I'm broken, broken
I can't believe this is over, over
Tell me, tell me what life is worth without you

I'm broken, broken
I can't believe this is over, over
Tell me, tell me what life is worth without you

I'm broken, broken, broken, broken
Tell me, tell me what life is worth without you
My life is worth more than you

These two songs are similar because they both relate the loss of love with the consequence of death. Feste's song talks about how, due to a fair, cruel maiden, a man will die alone. Tom Dice sings about how he feels broken after the girl he loves leaves him.


I found various versions of Feste's song actually sung on youtube:
not really good though :/