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Month: December, 2010

after much thought …

It has reached the point whereby happiness, sadness, jealousy, anger and all other common emotions are no longer visceral to me. I am only capable of three emotions now, to feel useful, useless or bored.

Very fun.

i love music.

Top 20 Albums of 2010. In ascending order.

To all genuine lovers of music, here’s my list. What’s yours?

1 – Owen Pallett – Heartland
2 – James Blake – CMYK, Bell Sketchs, Kalvierwerke EP
3 – These New Puritians – Hidden
4 – Arcade Fire – The Suburbs
5 – Caribou – Swim
6 – Four Tet – There Is Love In You.
7 – Sufjan Stevens – The Age of Adz
8 – Ceo – White Magic
9 – Javelin – No Mas
10 – Broken Bells – Broken Bells
11 – Mount Kimbie – Crooks & Lovers
12 – Twin Shadow – Forget
13 – Hot Chip – One Life Stand
14 – Vampire Weekend – Contra
15 – Crystal Castles – Crystal Castles
16 – Menomena – Mines
17 – Ratatat – LP4
18 – Yeasayer – Odd Blood
19 – Freelance Whales – Weathervanes
20 – Local Natives – Gorilla Manor

I have 6 of these 20 albums. I hope that’s good enough support.

The Egg

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

On subjectivity and it’s lengths. A question.

There was a time when people attributed the natural phenomenon of thunderstorms to the anger of Gods. There was a time when the land we loved on was thought to be a tower of turtle shells. There was a time when Earth was imaged to be the center of all planets rotation. And those were what was, but more importantly, what will?

An hour and a half before I set off for work, let’s discuss subjectivity, it’s lengths and it’s future while my mind remains dialectical.

First, the mundane definition. When we say an argument is subjective, we refer that no empirical methods can be practiced, but instead all reasoning involved are mere observations and beliefs. Subjective arguments are those impossible to derive a substantial answer from since all notions are personal and cannot be tested.

Through and done with the definition, second, what makes a subjective arguments subjective? These arguments primarily exist in two ways. First, by looking at the nature of the argument, second, it’s depth. And do take note, these are two completely factors it’s essential to fully understand them.

For example, it’s fair to say the persisting dilemma on legalizing abortion and the big bang theory are both subjective questions, but are they subjective in the same way?

On abortion, the dilemma is a subjective as it’s a direct question on the shaping of our morals and perception towards the making of life, therefore the question is philosophical and it’s very nature is subjective. However, the big bang theory is one that deals with the conception of earth from a scientific point of view and for it to be labeled subjective, what it really means is science has yet to yield sufficient lengths in proving our hypothesis true.

The former as demonstrated, is blunt and should be easily understandable, however the latter does not share the similar sentiments. With the bridge of explanation more or less constructed, let’s discuss the first problem, the lengths of subjectivity.

Before I begin, let’s not be mixed up by this and the demarcation problem. The demarcation problem is a study in understanding the boundaries that needs to be drawn between science and non science. In other words, the distance that science needs to stop at in answering philosophical questions. The focus I am posing today is similar in one sense, but not quite, it’s a query as to where the watershed that stands between seemingly subjective questions that’s entirely capable of being objective lies.

In accurately placing the watershed, first we must understand that both in science and philosophy, subjectivity exist in different degrees. In philosophy, answers are often determined by the approach. Think ethics, meta ethics, peta ethics and it’s branch of cousins. But in science, subjectivity is dependent on the viability and reliability of knowledge we have procured in said field. Therefore, how do we know what do we know is no longer subjective?


papers i plan to write.

1. On subjectivity, it’s lengths and future.
2. Subjectivity and sensitivity.
3. The thick hide of Buddhism.
4. World peace and communism.
5. Are we all entitled to opinions?

let’s hope i do it by the end of this year :/
no time D:D:D: