random topics of interest

I've been thinking a lot about perspectives. And also, the intense similarities between the computer and the brain. And also, how fucken awesome final fantasy II is.

I think the computer is like the brain. It's a very, very low-quality brain, but a sort of brain nonetheless.

I keep thinking that we're trying to build the spirit.

Animals, plants, everything on this planet except us, well, they know their place and purpose, and what they must do. They follow some intricate cycle. Us, it's like...it's like we don't belong here, like earth isn't our real home. If we actually fit and knew all this stuff, then we wouldn't be constantly BUILDING...we would have stayed where we were and live in little nomadic tribes in peaceful harmony with nature. But we're not. We come from somewhere else entirely, and we're trying to build it, so this place feels a little more like home...

It's a current idea. It's quite likely to change.

Personally, I love this earth. I love the color, and I love the sounds, and I love the feelings. It's all at once powerful, gentle, beautiful, overwhelming. The way it washes over you in a slow warmth. Snowflakes. Diamonds born from dead trees. The way everything looks when the sky is still blue with daylight but barely, and deep shadows are casted all around. Trees that agree with the breeze. Winter calm, melting snow, summer bloom, autumn glow. I could go on and on and on and on...

Enter people. Maybe we are naturally non-corporeal. Maybe we're living inside of flesh, using it like a tool. All these new, wonderful sensations - touch, taste, smell --- the feelings. These feelings that we've been so amazed and inspired by for thousands of years....trying to explain it, or reproduce it, because it's just so damned beautiful and we have to show everyone. We are here together, after all...to share this strange and painful and wonderful experience...communication. Communication.

The television is an amazing tool. But damn, is it abused. Electronic telepathy, I say. The internet...just as incredible, and even more vast because it's uncensored. It's complete anarchy. Everyone seems to want to tell things to the world, and now it seems everyone actually can. The internet is also a very, very dirty place...abused just as bad as the TV.

I always rag on the people who are "ignorant" and "know nothing" about the "true reality". Obsessed with money and cars and status and power and "beauty", these people have no idea what's going on, so I always say. I've always figured that the general mass of people was this stupid, and that's it's a wee few that actually have a clue. But the media has tricked me again - I bet there's a ton of decent, "real" people out there, and we just don't think so because of how "real people" are portrayed. We think that what we see on TV, all the scary ads and horrible programs (nip/tuck, anyone?), are a demonstration of what the general population is like. ....or maybe it's just what the media WANTS people to be like. A lot of people may be like this....a lot of people aren't.

I just want to learn as much as I can while I'm here. And I have a long ways to go, what a good feeling that is. (exempting, of course, the possibility of some random, fatal accident that could cut my life short.) Oh well. So what. I would live again and spend that life learning, too.

I have lots that I want to say...when you learn things, you just get so damned excited about spreading it around!

Perspective. Point of View. And opinions. There might not be "right" or "wrong" opinions, but I do think there are better opinions. I think a better opinion would be one that encompasses many perspectives.

And also: Life really is what you make it. It's how you choose to view the world. Is it a game? A test? A quest, an ultimate adventure? A comedy, a tragedy? A soap opera? A fairy tale? How do you see the world? What perspective do you live in?

I think mine has shifted so many times that I don't know what it is anymore. I've been figuring so many different points of view that I forget my own. Remember childhood - adventures in the outdoors, getting excited for my sunday bath because then I could continue the epic episodes of my toys' lives, hell, I was making scripts and shitty movies in grade six with my friends. Creating art, creating stories, creating games. Creating. And always, always learning. My granny told me that when I was little, she would say, "Allysia, the pencil crayons are in that cupboard." (and she would point directly to it), and I would open every single cupboard until I found the right one. My aunties and uncles told me that I was always entertaining everyone, and I loved hanging out with people. That I was really happy and energetic. I remember pulling out an accounting book of my mom's, and a blank notebook, and "taking notes" before I even knew how to write - it was no more than scribbling. I highlighted words in an astronomy book before I knew what the words meant. I erased all my answers in a math book because I wanted to do them all again. Playing "sad songs" on the piano, until my mom decided to teach me how to actually play. Learning every single word of every single song in "Cinderella" and singing it for everyone. The things you do as a child, the way you are...how much it says.

And lastly:

A moth's natural course is the moon.
However, the moth will encounter many difficulties:
1. Fire. It's far brighter than the moon.
2. Artificial light. It fucks up their course.
3. If the moth actually manages to get relatively high, it will no doubt suffocate or, if they somehow make it this far, they would burn in the atmosphere.
In other words:
The moth will never reach it's destination. Instead, it will burn.
But it will always try.
How tragic the moth is.

peace.

allysia