No sooner have I acquiesced into contentment
Then fallen by her way.
Composure explodes,
A 21st century Hindenburg
What once was majestic
Now an inferno is beheld
With strength of thirty-six souls relinquished.
Yet through the tide
I stand resolute
Though my admonition is bittersweet.
Am I to live to as a vagabond?
Why must the most valuable lessons of all
Come about equally agonizing?
Trapped in something not quite reality
Where even the sound of a door opening and closing
Is a terrible thing...
Cruel casuality
Shadows me.
In a world where the simplest vernacular
Far too common placed dialect
Understood by all the nations
No.
Can turn a friendship into war...
What a tangled web we weave.. we cannot let words make us tremble inside nor a heavy blow defeat your emotional composure.
If you're reading this,
if your eyes are passing over this right now,
even if we don't speak often,
please post a reply to this blog
with a memory of you and I.
It can be anything you want,
either good or bad.
When you're finished,
post this little paragraph
on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what
people remember about you.
Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. Hear the music of voices, the song of the bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you. - Helen Keller, Three Days To See, Atlantic Monthly
I have found some rather intriguing information lately (the internet really is good for you!) I was browsing some websites and I found an article about cochlear implants. It suddenly hit me: what if I lost my hearing? Surely some kind of insanity would set in: No more sweet reassuring tones from friends, no more trumpet, no more music, no more birdsong, no more subtle little sounds like the alarm going off on the oven or the soft hum of a washing machine, the lapping of waves on a lake or the crackling of the fire.
It amazes me, the technology we have these days. In a normal ear, the sound waves vibrate the ear drum membrane, the ear drum sends these waves into the inner ear in a regular manner with high pitched sounds near the apex or the top of the membrane, and low pitched at the base. This then vibrates hair-like cilia in the ear, and these cilia create an electrical response along 30,000 nerve fibers towards your brain. This whole assembly can get damaged, and thus come in cochlear implants.
The fact of the matter is that we can restore hearing to deaf individuals, and though I'm not sure if we can to all people, we are certainly closer to a universal solution in hearing loss than to other fields. We can give them back the gift of hearing, and this is a great thing indeed. I have heard of even babies born deaf to gain hearing.
In sight, I've seen scientists giving a blind man back some of his sight, he could see outlines of objects through a tiny sunglasses mounted camera. So far, scientists have connected a robotic arm directly to the motor neurons of a chimpanzee's brain, letting it get food for itself.
Myself, I was born extremely premature and without the modern medical equipment, direct oxygen supply hookups, and the like, I would not likely be here today. Many children who are born premature suffer life-long disabilities, luckily I have not.
I was one of the first testers of an experimental drug( at the time) called Cerfactin. This allowed my rigid lungs to expand and contract. You could fit my entire hand inside of a small ring. Nowadays, Cerfactin has saved many lives and many premature births. In the future, I hope that we will continue to advance medically and give everyone the things that most people take for granted- 5 senses and a life.
The patron saint of music told
The hate and disfavour her word to hold
The lady misfortune of gallic descent
Mine own words to her a compliment
After these flaxen locks locks I lust
Or heed the patron saint to trust
Would she follow the trumpeteer
But musn't, bound to laws I must adhere
Set in stone, by the prophet!
Encapsulated here in poet's wit
A struggle to ponder maturity
Still I hold the past's impurity
What acts of charm to be held in high regard
Nonetheless, bitter memories die hard
In progress came a pre-emptive courtship
Still a closed mouth has me upon the hip
Fear wherein the soul is found
Acceptance, it's lack the demon crowned
Ambition founded upon the base of chance
This elysian maid my peculiar romance
Wonder future in the grey
The Lord, I shall stay fast upon his way
Then all should be rightly done...
OK, so this is symbolic. The names, like "patron saint of music" and "misfortunate" are the meanings of real people's names.
OK, this is not a complaint. This is more anger- I'm starting to hate the workings of the human mind that the upright always claim has great potential.
First off, I hate beautiful people. And their effects. There's some sort of negative reinforcement with them in the room, say someone less beautiful comes along. This second person is said to be less attractive and desirable and good looking than they normally would be because of the negative reinforcement of the beautiful person. Everyone likes these people- they're perceived to be smart, funny, desirable even if they're not. Why? First off, because people like looking at them. It's a part of attraction, right?
Associate a person with something good, something positive and your attraction to them will increase. In their case, perhaps it is another finding pleasure in their appearance that starts the cascade. You never hear beautiful people complain of their looks or much of anything- why? Because their self-esteem is through the roof from all the other people enjoying their presence, telling them what they already know. What's that? Looks aren't important? True. To a point.
What about first impressions? You can have the best personality and self-esteem and others will still ignore you; people judge you JUST on your looks. Now that I'm completely off it, how about the girls? Ask any one, and they'll say that looks aren't very important. But what are they really thinking inside?
Some will say they are shallow and they hate it. Some will admit infatuation. What a revelation. What are the less fortunate inheritors of the next generation gene pool to do?
Looks can toss the most commited and divine and stalwort into the winds of infatuation. More psychology. Stereotypes. I am one. Examining my own soul, I see disturbing things- I think I'm manic depressive. That's what the talks all been about. It's like you can see people on the other side of the ice.. the world is translucent, cold, and no matter what you do the ice is impenetrable.
Vision is to many the most important sense. A look can kill a person(likely the wrong look) and the right one salvation. It shakes me to the core of my soul what we too often seem to be.. the human race has turned into greedy scumbag f'ing machines.. on attraction and looks.
All those biologists and evolutionists- I hate the implications of your theories. We have our times, and we have our times when we are little better than a lowly virus- go out and reproduce. There has to be some way to fix it? Say, look up Oryx and Crake. In this story, a man basically destroys the human race and genetically re-engineers a new one.
A division of sociality, all because of looks. Though the world couldn't be better blind, could it? You can never please everyone.
