Everything means everything...
"On and On again"
In this place that i have known
my whole long life, all alone
I sit and stare, unwinding.
The waves wash up
they always have
and when I go
They wont laugh.
Nor will they cry
or stop rolling and die.
This spot will stay forever.
And as the moonlight shines
i think in my mind
of all the time
that has passed here
And about the day
so far away
Where i will never return.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Choice
"Do we make decisions? And if so, to what end?"
However, it does, in its own way, give meaning and purpose to life and offers life beyond death as a 'wonderful' incentive.
'Afterlife' scares me much in the same way that infinity does.
Be completely honest with yourself. Anything, no matter how perfect or unwavering, that lasts forever would be horrific. Sure the first 500+ years are enjoyable, but then what?
It makes no sense. And maybe it isn't meant to. But it still can't be anything like what is promised.
Because of this, I am forced to believe that it is choice that governs the world of man.
Through this logic, i am forced to admit that no matter what i do, there will be an outcome.
The decision to write this blog affects nobody but myself and yet, it has kept me from my math homework, and by extension, from sleeping.
My father always compares life to a hand of cards. He says that you have to play what you're dealt.
It's true, but it isn't five card draw. You cannot exchange your cards, you just have to make the best decisions and go from there.
You only get one hand to play, and whether you've got a pair of twos or a straight flush, you have to make a move sometime.
The decision not to make a decision is not one at all. Holding all your cards until they can no longer be played is not only foolish and useless, but puts you in a position to fail.
Utterly and Completely.
But if you indeed make the decision to not make a decision, life will pass you by, you will become nothing.
In effect, a discard pile.
Why is chess considered a game?
It is the most intricate, complex, and difficult pastime to even come close to fathoming. Even those who dedicate their lives to the game, grandmasters, do not understand it, they memorize it.
It is a game because it is not the pieces that make the decisions, but their controllers; us.
All of these pointless metaphors are an attempt to explain that even though the fact that we as humans have choice, which implies no purpose to anything at all that has ever existed, our lives are meaningful because we have to choose. It is choice that gives us all the will to strive for greatness, to succeed, to live.
It is choice that is our primal instinct.
A knight does not feel pain when it is sacrificed for the queen, but a man of a royal guard feels pain taking a hit for the king.
We all make our own choices, and our choices directly impact our own futures, and ultimately lead to our deaths.
But with death, there comes a lack of self-control.
No possibility exists for the next world if no choices can be made. Assuming of course that our brains and not our 'souls' make decisions, and that they cease to function when we die.
Inversely, there are many who believe in destiny and fate, which is to imply that life is simply a game that is played by higher individuals, and that we are the product of the whims of others.However, it does, in its own way, give meaning and purpose to life and offers life beyond death as a 'wonderful' incentive.
'Afterlife' scares me much in the same way that infinity does.
Be completely honest with yourself. Anything, no matter how perfect or unwavering, that lasts forever would be horrific. Sure the first 500+ years are enjoyable, but then what?
It makes no sense. And maybe it isn't meant to. But it still can't be anything like what is promised.
Because of this, I am forced to believe that it is choice that governs the world of man.
Through this logic, i am forced to admit that no matter what i do, there will be an outcome.
The decision to write this blog affects nobody but myself and yet, it has kept me from my math homework, and by extension, from sleeping.
My father always compares life to a hand of cards. He says that you have to play what you're dealt.
It's true, but it isn't five card draw. You cannot exchange your cards, you just have to make the best decisions and go from there.
You only get one hand to play, and whether you've got a pair of twos or a straight flush, you have to make a move sometime.
The decision not to make a decision is not one at all. Holding all your cards until they can no longer be played is not only foolish and useless, but puts you in a position to fail.
Utterly and Completely.
But if you indeed make the decision to not make a decision, life will pass you by, you will become nothing.
In effect, a discard pile.
Why is chess considered a game?
It is the most intricate, complex, and difficult pastime to even come close to fathoming. Even those who dedicate their lives to the game, grandmasters, do not understand it, they memorize it.
It is a game because it is not the pieces that make the decisions, but their controllers; us.
All of these pointless metaphors are an attempt to explain that even though the fact that we as humans have choice, which implies no purpose to anything at all that has ever existed, our lives are meaningful because we have to choose. It is choice that gives us all the will to strive for greatness, to succeed, to live.
It is choice that is our primal instinct.
A knight does not feel pain when it is sacrificed for the queen, but a man of a royal guard feels pain taking a hit for the king.
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