Random swot vacciness
So the march of swot vac continues. I gain on my subjects everyday - which is a good thing!
And also I continue philosophising. It occurs to me again, I find few things wholesome in nature. There are good things and good people, but there is always something tainted about it. See, it's like food. Hawker food, Mc Donalds and most of Chinese Cuisene is really tasty. You could go on it for a long time. But after awhile you want some good plain rice with some healthy vegetables and just boiled chicken and potatoes.
That's the thing about life outside the Christian circles. It's like I'm eating Mc Donald's everyday. Thing about it is that eating Mc Donald's long enough and I start missing bread and fish. Eat bread and fish long enough - and you start thinking about Mc Donald's!
The ongoing battle of good and evil eh? Or is everyone searching for something to fill some theoretical gap in the fabric that composes a human being? I don't know. But I'd like to think that we are whole - or capable of it at least. I'd like the constant war of good and evil within to die. To recognise that both are equally needed and perhaps to even build on each other... but perhaps that is not possible? Can you mix light and darkness? Fire and water?
Beyond this train of thought - pocket watches.
If you walked in a desert and found a pocket watch do you assume it came out of the sand or that someone manufactured it?
Is that a correct illustration of what life on earth is like. Of course living things complicate matters in the view of the universe. We create microsystems that try spin against the neverending current of entropy. The microsystems create microsystems that create more microsystems. And one particular microsystem decides to create for itself microsystems that do not even exist any longer upon a physical plane but upon an imaginary one.
If you walked in a desert and found a beautiful diamond - did someone craft it or did it come out of the sand.
Heck, you know what I think? I think if you were walking in a desert you'd be to busy dying of heat and thirst to worry about pocket watches and diamonds. If you want to think about where things came from you should look at the bloody desert and ask where it came from. Every grain of sand. You should ask where the heat comes from. You should wonder why you are able to suffer at all or why the hell it matters to you.
It would appear, from a cold viewpoint, the universe is one gigantic landslide towards emptiness. One day the data will run out and all you'll get is a blank screen.
An excerpt from the Sandman issue 10: The Wake. It is as the angel of silence Duma stands to make a farewell speech at a funeral but instead of speaking only sheds a tear -
"And in that tear they all saw mercy and miracles. And that every life had its meaning and purpose. In a plan that involved every single one of them on a deep and personal level."
People are like storybooks. There are dillion stories out there. True stories. And to abandon all of them to an abyss of meaninglessness it something I'm not prepared to do yet.
And also I continue philosophising. It occurs to me again, I find few things wholesome in nature. There are good things and good people, but there is always something tainted about it. See, it's like food. Hawker food, Mc Donalds and most of Chinese Cuisene is really tasty. You could go on it for a long time. But after awhile you want some good plain rice with some healthy vegetables and just boiled chicken and potatoes.
That's the thing about life outside the Christian circles. It's like I'm eating Mc Donald's everyday. Thing about it is that eating Mc Donald's long enough and I start missing bread and fish. Eat bread and fish long enough - and you start thinking about Mc Donald's!
The ongoing battle of good and evil eh? Or is everyone searching for something to fill some theoretical gap in the fabric that composes a human being? I don't know. But I'd like to think that we are whole - or capable of it at least. I'd like the constant war of good and evil within to die. To recognise that both are equally needed and perhaps to even build on each other... but perhaps that is not possible? Can you mix light and darkness? Fire and water?
Beyond this train of thought - pocket watches.
If you walked in a desert and found a pocket watch do you assume it came out of the sand or that someone manufactured it?
Is that a correct illustration of what life on earth is like. Of course living things complicate matters in the view of the universe. We create microsystems that try spin against the neverending current of entropy. The microsystems create microsystems that create more microsystems. And one particular microsystem decides to create for itself microsystems that do not even exist any longer upon a physical plane but upon an imaginary one.
If you walked in a desert and found a beautiful diamond - did someone craft it or did it come out of the sand.
Heck, you know what I think? I think if you were walking in a desert you'd be to busy dying of heat and thirst to worry about pocket watches and diamonds. If you want to think about where things came from you should look at the bloody desert and ask where it came from. Every grain of sand. You should ask where the heat comes from. You should wonder why you are able to suffer at all or why the hell it matters to you.
It would appear, from a cold viewpoint, the universe is one gigantic landslide towards emptiness. One day the data will run out and all you'll get is a blank screen.
An excerpt from the Sandman issue 10: The Wake. It is as the angel of silence Duma stands to make a farewell speech at a funeral but instead of speaking only sheds a tear -
"And in that tear they all saw mercy and miracles. And that every life had its meaning and purpose. In a plan that involved every single one of them on a deep and personal level."
People are like storybooks. There are dillion stories out there. True stories. And to abandon all of them to an abyss of meaninglessness it something I'm not prepared to do yet.
posted by Ash at 5:34 PM
2 Comments:
You know -- this, this is why I love Neil Gaiman's stories! Like, I know that for most of the Sandman series it's the sort of thing that makes people say things like "why do you read such books and put these strange thoughts into your head" but then there comes a line so beautiful and brilliant, like a little diamond, and then it makes me think ... he might have a point there ... and I'm not sure if I mean Duma, or Neil, all I know is that it's pretty, and I like it.
Life has a point, I'm sure. Of this I'm always sure. What I'm not always sure about is what that point actually is.
Sometimes I think it is that search that will lead us to whatever it is that we are meant to find.
I mean if we stop searching than that's that. Very Buddhist in my opinion :P Hmmm...
No options keep searching...
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