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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person,
Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth."
One of my favourite quotes. Essentially, society forces us to wear masks, hiding who we really are, but these masks are so frequently used that they become more real than what is really us.
Some questions to consider:
The further we dig, the more hectic we become. What is man? Society expects so many things from man, but what does man expect? Is man, truth and reality better off wearing a mask than being the flesh behind the shell? And if it is better, then who is it better for - the self, society or merely a delusion we call self-satisfaction?
Just something to consider.
When there's nothing to do, think about these questions:
What is God? Is he out there? Or has he just been one big scam throughout history? Had he made more lives than he broke? What truly compels us to religion over such a course of passing time - the face of His wrath or His mercy, our punishment or His forgiveness?
Is there truly a cause for religion?
What gives the Bible or Jesus relevance, when both choose to explain faith through parables, essentially a child's fairy tales or nursery rhymes? The Good Samaritan is a story Jesus created, not a true experience. What gives these tales any authority to depict the face of humanity when they are little better than fantasy? Good always triumphing over evil, kindness always being rewarded. A child will soon learn that a world of social Darwinism, that is not always the case. Nothing is in black and white, and sometimes following the right path isn't always the best path. So how are we to choose? And why should we listen to something so outdated?
Going to a school with enough appreciation of the Bible to build a chapel in the middle of its landscape, it should be a given that I worship God indisputably. The problem is that I don't. I can't help but question God and his supposed might even more than before.
It dawned upon me as we read a passage in the Bible that God only ever sympathised with the meek and the humble, and constantly condemned greed. Even the hymns we sang - one line I remember clearly is "I shall not boast of anything but in Jesus Christ".
How dare God and the Bible teach us to be meek and to be humble! Has not the thousands of years of human development in society, wisdom, technology all been made possible because of greed, the one quality that lies within all of us that has taught us how to improve, how to best and how to triumph? As human beings at the very top of the human timeline, how can we look back at how far we have come and condemn it all?
Then there's the famous Bible passage, "money is the root of all evil". That's ironic, considering how Christianity has only survived that long with churches that live off donations in the form of, get this, money.
On the whole, I'm beginning to find religion rather narrow-minded. The fact that someone out there from above created us is a superstition. To believe that it was God who did it is faith in religion. But to think that there are thousands of religions out there and God is merely just one of them, how can we entrust our entire belief into him? How do we know it wasn't someone else?
What is death? How do we accept it? What can we learn from death? And as children, how did we acknowledge death as the inevitable propellor that will one day face everyone?
If you were given the chance to ask one question you will definitely get the right answer to, what will it be? Is it to know your future? To learn which path you must take for fortune? Is it to know the truth behind the universe or maybe life and death?
If it was up to you to answer a question, any question, and whatever answer you gave was correct, what would it be?
What is real happiness? Is it to do what we want to do, even if that is to murder and destroy, or is it to mold into society's expectations of success? A recent study proved that people were happier when knowing that their associates were poorer, dumber, uglier and all in all less successful than they were. So is happiness merely based on the lack of or a degree of jealousy? Or is happiness something that cannot be measured, and what was measured instead was what we believed and perceived as happiness?
Things I HATE:
Viral and meaningless things that I'm beginning to see way too many times. Things like this:
"You say Justin Bieber, I say PARAMORE!!!
92% of teens have turned to pop and hip-hop.
My initial reaction: ... Seriously guys. Really?
Reaction after seeing such a stupid thing for the billionth time: Oh, eff you.
Let's get a few things straight: I am a teenager, on the verge of seventeen in fact. I am proud to state that not only do I have a social life, I am also amongst the academic elite at my school. Bieber, Gaga, Cyrus and Eminem? Yeah, guess what? I'm not ashamed to say that I also happen to listen to them.
What I find incredibly wrong with things like this is people, particularly the teenage age bracket I am part of, attempting to make themselves seem so much cooler by acting non-conformist by dissing pop culture slighting out the MASS as something that is phoney, artificial and foolish. Guys, get your facts right. Do you even know what Rock and Roll music is?
To those who may be offended reading this, who might even AGREE with the post, you know what I say? I say get a life. You clearly need a real one if you're trying so hard to establish a cool persona on the god-damned internet of all places. Furthermore, your facts don't even correlate. Linkin Park, Evanescence and just about everything else you named aren't ROCK AND ROLL
Second, let me just say that music is just that - it's music. If I want to listen to Bieber, then don't judge me for it and just leave me to it. If I want to listen to Miley Cyrus, shut up and just let me listen. We're people with different tastes, and I honestly don't see any of them being better than any other. Moreover, music is also a trend. It CHANGES over the years. Rock and Roll was a thing of the 40s to 60s. If you love it, that's fine by me, but don't diss Pop music or popular culture in the process when this is simply natural progression of human culture at work.
Last, I hope that no one ever feels chained into being something they're not, purely because modern society has developed into a state where too many of us wish to stand out. I take pride in the fact that I am part of the supposed 92% that has "turned to" pop and hip hop. They make up the frontier of the music industry, a culture that will surely see to the future decades and give birth to the next genre of music. I am excited by the fact that such a brilliant culture exists, that humanity has progressed so far from the brilliant days of Handel and Bach.
People need to see that humanity is continuous. Yes, the old fashions will always stay close to our hearts, but new people are born everyday, new ideas and trends, new cultures. We aren't in any way limited to listening in the same old, or even living in the same old. I guess my message is move on and just enjoy it will you? Enjoy the diversity and the evolution of the human culture.
Things I love:
Christopher Hitchens - I have the greatest respect and admiration for this man, who was many things: first and foremost, a journalist with a true duty to question and examine. Second, a polemicist who argued against everything he didn't believe in. Third, one of the greatest orators of history. Anyone who has watched the Hitchens vs Hitchens debate between the two brothers will note the great distinction between two journalists whose political and religious views were the antithesis of one another, as well as the remarkable rhetoric Christopher employs against as formidable an opponent as his own brother. I commend him.
YouTube - Or more specifically, the amazing feeling of discovering something that has the potential to discover something with the potential to change your life forever. Thank you YouTube for providing me with this amazing opportunity.
Queen - One of my greatest regrets is being too young. Being born in late 1994 means that I missed many things, including 1984's Live Aid. Freddie Mercury is truly awe-inspiring. Walking through the shopping centre, should I hear a Queen song, I literally start tearing up. Freddie is so charismatic, the band is so versatile, from I Want to Break Free to Love of My Life to Radio Gaga to Somebody to Love to We Will Rock You...I think I'll just stop there.
Lady Gaga - I particularly admire her talent, as an artist who is able to entertain with only a microphone, a piano and a killer voice. Her live performances, particularly acoustic versions of Edge of Glory, Viva La Vida and Princess Die is incredible - not only because of her powerful voice, but also because of the passion that is painted so evidently across her face. Something that some artists can learn from. She is also incredibly thankful for the fans that have showered her with their support, another thing that many artists lack. The evolution of her music from what she has learnt from her fans and from her fame is, I think, a testimony to her genius. I particularly enjoy her power ballads, something I think she secretly loves the most as well - she spawns acoustic versions of her pop songs and Speechless and You and I are both amazing creations which are amongst the most personal. Again Again, Wonderful, Captivated, Brown Eyes and Fooled Me Again (Honest Eyes) are also tunes which immortalised her in my heart.
Bon Iver - Justin Vernon and his crew don't just compose music, to me and perhaps many it's artistry. There is a rawness in their music, a quality that makes them something precious to always look forward to on a rainy day. By most standards, they shouldn't be all that successful - singing in falsetto with backing vocals that make it sound like something of a choir, simple music recorded in a cold cabin in the middle of the snow, occasional silences overwritten by the strumming of a lone guitar...these all paint the picture of heartbreak in my mind. For Emma, Forever Ago is truly beautiful.
Some Nights Intro by fun. Not only is there a slight existential edge to the lyrics, but the entire song has become a work of art, a composition with a beginning, a climax and a grand finish, rather than simply just a song. I love it. Their other, more well-known song We Are Young is just as addictive.
Thank You For Smoking, an incredible movie about the spin doctors at work, implemented wonderfully with just the right amount of satire. Watching this at 15, I was amazed by how someone's reputation can be saved in mere minutes after being at the bottom of the canyon. Perhaps this is one of the things my writing, My Reflections, drew from. :)
Waiting for Godot by Beckett
That amazing, incredible man. At times, I force my family to watch one of the more recent film adaptations, and as I sit there, absorbed by every word of Gogo's, or Didi's, or even Pozzo's (and of course Lucky's), my family droops off to sleep, one by one. Ah, how isolated high culture can be at times, up there in its mile-high pedestal. Of course when they call his play the most significant one of the 20th century, they don't mean in terms of the number of units sold. Despite the giveaways, Beckett's first novel couldn't even sell beyond the double digits.
My absolute favourite part of this play is naturally Lucky's speech:
Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard . . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .
That's it for now, folks.
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