This is the type of thing I sit around and think about for days before coming up with a conclusion. I rarely write it down.
Reality exists as a dimension of this universe. (Sort of) In the way that I believe none of this exists at all (that would include the exact idea of reality (existence of the dimensions in this universe)) so in saying I do not exist, or rather this universe does not exist, I am saying existence (in terms of our universe) does not exist. If existence does not exist, isn’t that like hypocrisy? Existence over negative existence? We end up with nothing, is this an existence paradox? Nonsense, it’s not.
If you think about this: a whole different universe, would they have existence too? Things could be entirely different there. When thinking of a different universe and its laws of physics, the only thing limiting you is your brain. You can come up with basic ideas, like how we have 3 dimensions and time, and some others (light, sound, etc) that don’t technically count as dimensions. In a different universe, there could be something like say an unseen dimension, like something everyone knows is there by means of other senses. Like how humans have ideas of gods and angels and ghosts, but in this universe you would know for sure that it’s there like I know I’m typing this (or maybe not considering it could be a hallucination, but whatever). Anyway, since something like that and so much more would be possible in this new universe, would something other than existence be possible? Yes there could be 100% existing and not existing at all and things in between for certain dimensions that they may have, different varieties and etc etc – but the mere idea of existence can’t really change. Either it’s there, it’s not, or something else but the concept stays the same. Every single time I ask myself the question, I give the same answer, of course it could be something else entirely from existence, but then I go, well no, either it’s there, it’s not, or another variety of it.
Therefore, existence is, like you would say universal, but when talking about the possible existence of other universes, I’m going to use the term multiuniversal. Existence is multiuniversal. So in saying that this universe does not exist, I am not saying existence does not exist. But there is another dilemma – the one of that being that if this universe doesn’t exist, would others? I can’t really say this universe doesn’t exist while saying others can without sounding like a fool. So if other universes were to exist, either this one does or doesn’t. If it doesn’t, then the others don’t either, but they’d still be there – there has to be something behind this universe if it doesn’t exist. That’s what I mean. So that same thing would be behind the others that didn’t exist. So it could work either way. It sounds kind of stupid, but there HAS to be something behind this universe, right? If it didn’t exist, I mean. So if other universes were to exist, and this one didn’t in fact exist, then the other universes would have the same thing behind them that was behind this one.
If this whole universe were to exist, would it just be like a dream or hallucination? That’s existence of the mind, which could act as a dimension of the many (I am not using the correct term – what I mean by dimension being like the 2nd, 3rd, time, light, sound, mind, etc) When we sense something, it’s our brain telling us we are. Perhaps if we truly 100% believe something is happening it is. But maybe it’s not that. Could it be we just have to manipulate our brains into thinking a certain thing, not us? Then what’s the difference? I suppose then that it is a matter of convincing our subconscious minds not our conscious minds. When you hallucinate and can literally hear and feel something, your conscious mind may in fact know it’s not real – then what’s creating it? Your subconscious mind, I’m guessing. So if you wanted to alter reality for yourself, convincing your conscious mind, which must be practically impossible, would not be relevant – it would be convincing your subconscious mind somehow, which is more possible. Your brain is telling you what you feel every moment of the time you live. You don’t hear in your conscious mind exactly what you are feeling and hearing, you don’t consciously think the signals your brain sends to the rest of your body. It happens somewhere else in your brain. Whether it’s in the subconscious brain or not, I don’t know, but the part of the brain that tells your body what it’s feeling is the part you have to convince. Maybe that combined with your subconscious if your subconscious isn’t where the commands happen.
But this is not altering reality for everyone. It’s just for you. So it is not proof that this universe does not really exist. A possible proof if we could somehow prove it is thinking so much of something that it really happens. I’ve never personally experienced this, but if it happens to you like 10 times within a month because you do it one time and use the same technique over and over, that could be a possible proof to look into (but it would only prove it to you)
On another note, what is color? Dogs can’t see color, as I’m sure you know. If humans couldn’t either, and no animals or life whatsoever could, would color still be there? It’s like that thing with the saying, "If a tree falls and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" My answer to this beautiful question is of course no, it doesn’t make a sound because the definition of sound is "Sound is vibration, as perceived by the sense of hearing." If absolutely no life that can sense sound is nearby (unlikely), it does not make a sound because nobody is there to perceive it. Color is something like how a light hits an object and makes wavelengths on the visible spectrum. That was not worded correctly. You know the whole thing with the prism held in sunlight and it makes all of the visible colors. And how white, in light, is a combination of all colors. Color has to do with light. Not so much with perception as sound does. When using google to define, the results are very different, but they did seem to have something to do with perception. One is "electromagnetic energy that exists in the form of wavelengths creates the perception of color". If this is really true, then color is just the perception of the form of wavelengths, so it would not exist if no life could sense it. But would it still be there? Since color depends on frequency and wavelength, I’m guessing it would.
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Saying Analyzation!
As I may have mentioned, I love to analyze sayings. There are so many I could analyze, but I won't/can't do too many.
He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form. ~Marcus Aurelius
So, if you see just one moment, you've seen everything that ever happened, and possibly even things in the future - everything that has ever or will ever happen. This is because you see the place around you, which has doubtlessly formed from the history from everything that has happened, even if it was on the other side of the world or the universe. If just one thing in the past had been different, the place around you would be, too. If you see the present, you see the mark of everything that has ever happened - you see everything. Possibly including future events because as time goes on, you could look back and see what has changed. You may not know them yet, but if it is you in the future there to experience you can see the events, because you are seeing them, just not at the exact moment. This kind of goes with the saying:
No matter where you go or what you do, you live your entire life within the confines of your head. ~Terry Josephson
You could look at this scientifically and say, "My senses send signals to my brain that triggers emotions and physical feelings." Well, duh. But what I mean is they are signals sent to your brain, or maybe from them, because your senses help you feel and that comes from nerves which is your brain. But anyway, if you look out a window and see plants or buildings or something, your brain is telling you what you see. Your whole life is based off of your five senses, which base off your brain. Therefore, and obviously, your whole life is based off of your brain - also saying that your whole life is in your brain.
I didn't really see any else that were worth analyzing, because they were either so obvious it would only take one phrase to explain, or they made absolutely no sense/weren't profound enough. Oh well?
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form. ~Marcus Aurelius
So, if you see just one moment, you've seen everything that ever happened, and possibly even things in the future - everything that has ever or will ever happen. This is because you see the place around you, which has doubtlessly formed from the history from everything that has happened, even if it was on the other side of the world or the universe. If just one thing in the past had been different, the place around you would be, too. If you see the present, you see the mark of everything that has ever happened - you see everything. Possibly including future events because as time goes on, you could look back and see what has changed. You may not know them yet, but if it is you in the future there to experience you can see the events, because you are seeing them, just not at the exact moment. This kind of goes with the saying:
No matter where you go or what you do, you live your entire life within the confines of your head. ~Terry Josephson
You could look at this scientifically and say, "My senses send signals to my brain that triggers emotions and physical feelings." Well, duh. But what I mean is they are signals sent to your brain, or maybe from them, because your senses help you feel and that comes from nerves which is your brain. But anyway, if you look out a window and see plants or buildings or something, your brain is telling you what you see. Your whole life is based off of your five senses, which base off your brain. Therefore, and obviously, your whole life is based off of your brain - also saying that your whole life is in your brain.
I didn't really see any else that were worth analyzing, because they were either so obvious it would only take one phrase to explain, or they made absolutely no sense/weren't profound enough. Oh well?
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
A Fantastic Literary Piece
Fantastic meaning the literal; descriptive for fantasy. I hope that's right.
So I was sitting on my bed reading this book about a girl who gets all depressed then wishes she was never born for the 100th time listening to Someone Somewhere in the Summertime and I thought, I should write a little something like this on my blog.
So I am. I'm going to make it up as I go, it'll be about..well I don't really know yet. I apologize beforehand if this seems over the top and not profound.
Never in her indifferent life would she come to think that this would ever happen - the dream of all her dreams, the fantasy of all her fantasies, the prime of what she lived for - the hidden beauty she wanted for all of time, the living water she needed for her life to be complete.
She was walking past Riverside Road for the first time in months. The Jadefulk River was rushing past her like one thousand bees flying past for more honey in a tree than you have ever seen. The river's water gurgled and swished, the little fish struggling along for food, with rocks of grays, blues, and greens blocking the way. Around her was what she had missed for so long, what she so often had come here for, where no one could see or meet her. The empty foothills around her with endless Evergreens swaying in the wind appeared to make time stop - but it never did. The native apple trees blossomed around her in mid Spring, littering the pathway alongside the crystal water twinkling and sparkling like a young child's face. As she continued to walk the path, she shivered. The wind was passing through her light cardigan, lifting it up slightly. She buttoned it up halfway and continued along.
The bright clouds above her parted slightly for the sun, and everything around her became lighter and clearer. She was getting closer to the endless field she traveled to in order to think and be alone. The tall, uncut grass was swaying like the foothill giants and set this beautiful image in her head she had from her dreams. She knew something had to happen. She had known this for so very long, so long she needed it to happen like she needed warmth in the winter - this needed to happen. It had come to her dreams all too often during the night, when she would toss and turn and know it was this that needed to happen, but soon she would awake to a start and she never could remember what it was, just that it was, well, everything she wanted and needed.
As she continued her walk, the trees opened up and she knew this was her final destination. She knew, of course, because she had remembered from so many weeks before. As she entered the field that seemed to go on for eternity, she started running. Running away from the world, she knew, but it was strange - she had never done it before. Perhaps this was letting away everything she had to - all the anger, confusion, and emptiness in her everyday life. She presumed she had to do this because before all this had been let out by just being in the field, but she'd been away from isolation for so long, she didn't know what to do but run.
When she came to a stop, her breathing was so heavy she had to collapse to the ground. As she did, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep, for all eternity if that's what it took. She wanted to sleep until it happened.
When she opened her eyes, she knew she was dreaming - this was one of those times when she could be conscious while sleeping - it wouldn't last long, she knew.
She stood up slowly and looked around. Something had changed, and was completely different, but she couldn't quite make out what it was. When she peered into the distance, she noticed a dot, a small one that she could only think to be a person. A person! She had never once before had someone else in her presence in this lonely place. She didn't think of the assumed fact that this was a dream - she wanted to see the lone figure in the long distance. She started to jog, then run, faster than she ever had before. She kept running, and running, but she never got any closer to the mysterious color far off. Soon, she started to slow down, and as she did so, the figure came closer. The slower she moved, the faster the figure moved toward her. She walked painfully slow until she saw that the mysterious dot was a man - one that was beyond description, not in physical appearance; she couldn't quite explain why.
When the man was about a half mile away, she continued to walk at her pace when the man yelled something. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but he continued to yell it. She finally understood what he was saying. She made out the words you, are, and it.
Her eyes came to a blur as he walked slowly up to her some minutes later. Her eyes wouldn't focus. When they did, she looked at him and a heavy steam came up around her, a deep gray haze that made her collapse.
Something was shaking her. The man, she realized, as she opened her eyes from the haze in her forgotten dream, was shaking her. Her eyes came open wide and she smiled, then started crying. The man looked into her eyes as she realized that he understood. He understood her and her abilities, everything nobody ever had before - she realized this was the gem of all her dreams, the hidden beauty she had never found within herself or in other people.
"I.. I need you. I always have. I'm not sure what's happening.." The bewildered man began, but then stopped as he realized she was slipping away into unconsciousness.
"No, no..I need you..don't go..." The man started shaking his head as he said it, as this, he knew, was the last thing she heard before her heart stopped at the sudden shock of true love, happiness, and understanding; lost in an eternal dream of vast space and time.
"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." - George Sand
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
So I was sitting on my bed reading this book about a girl who gets all depressed then wishes she was never born for the 100th time listening to Someone Somewhere in the Summertime and I thought, I should write a little something like this on my blog.
So I am. I'm going to make it up as I go, it'll be about..well I don't really know yet. I apologize beforehand if this seems over the top and not profound.
Never in her indifferent life would she come to think that this would ever happen - the dream of all her dreams, the fantasy of all her fantasies, the prime of what she lived for - the hidden beauty she wanted for all of time, the living water she needed for her life to be complete.
She was walking past Riverside Road for the first time in months. The Jadefulk River was rushing past her like one thousand bees flying past for more honey in a tree than you have ever seen. The river's water gurgled and swished, the little fish struggling along for food, with rocks of grays, blues, and greens blocking the way. Around her was what she had missed for so long, what she so often had come here for, where no one could see or meet her. The empty foothills around her with endless Evergreens swaying in the wind appeared to make time stop - but it never did. The native apple trees blossomed around her in mid Spring, littering the pathway alongside the crystal water twinkling and sparkling like a young child's face. As she continued to walk the path, she shivered. The wind was passing through her light cardigan, lifting it up slightly. She buttoned it up halfway and continued along.
The bright clouds above her parted slightly for the sun, and everything around her became lighter and clearer. She was getting closer to the endless field she traveled to in order to think and be alone. The tall, uncut grass was swaying like the foothill giants and set this beautiful image in her head she had from her dreams. She knew something had to happen. She had known this for so very long, so long she needed it to happen like she needed warmth in the winter - this needed to happen. It had come to her dreams all too often during the night, when she would toss and turn and know it was this that needed to happen, but soon she would awake to a start and she never could remember what it was, just that it was, well, everything she wanted and needed.
As she continued her walk, the trees opened up and she knew this was her final destination. She knew, of course, because she had remembered from so many weeks before. As she entered the field that seemed to go on for eternity, she started running. Running away from the world, she knew, but it was strange - she had never done it before. Perhaps this was letting away everything she had to - all the anger, confusion, and emptiness in her everyday life. She presumed she had to do this because before all this had been let out by just being in the field, but she'd been away from isolation for so long, she didn't know what to do but run.
When she came to a stop, her breathing was so heavy she had to collapse to the ground. As she did, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep, for all eternity if that's what it took. She wanted to sleep until it happened.
When she opened her eyes, she knew she was dreaming - this was one of those times when she could be conscious while sleeping - it wouldn't last long, she knew.
She stood up slowly and looked around. Something had changed, and was completely different, but she couldn't quite make out what it was. When she peered into the distance, she noticed a dot, a small one that she could only think to be a person. A person! She had never once before had someone else in her presence in this lonely place. She didn't think of the assumed fact that this was a dream - she wanted to see the lone figure in the long distance. She started to jog, then run, faster than she ever had before. She kept running, and running, but she never got any closer to the mysterious color far off. Soon, she started to slow down, and as she did so, the figure came closer. The slower she moved, the faster the figure moved toward her. She walked painfully slow until she saw that the mysterious dot was a man - one that was beyond description, not in physical appearance; she couldn't quite explain why.
When the man was about a half mile away, she continued to walk at her pace when the man yelled something. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but he continued to yell it. She finally understood what he was saying. She made out the words you, are, and it.
Her eyes came to a blur as he walked slowly up to her some minutes later. Her eyes wouldn't focus. When they did, she looked at him and a heavy steam came up around her, a deep gray haze that made her collapse.
Something was shaking her. The man, she realized, as she opened her eyes from the haze in her forgotten dream, was shaking her. Her eyes came open wide and she smiled, then started crying. The man looked into her eyes as she realized that he understood. He understood her and her abilities, everything nobody ever had before - she realized this was the gem of all her dreams, the hidden beauty she had never found within herself or in other people.
"I.. I need you. I always have. I'm not sure what's happening.." The bewildered man began, but then stopped as he realized she was slipping away into unconsciousness.
"No, no..I need you..don't go..." The man started shaking his head as he said it, as this, he knew, was the last thing she heard before her heart stopped at the sudden shock of true love, happiness, and understanding; lost in an eternal dream of vast space and time.
"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." - George Sand
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Stuff About Existence In A Particular Way
(I realize my last post wasn't that profound :=P TWO NOSES!!)
I'm sure you've all heard the saying, If a tree falls and nobody is there, does it make a sound? (Or something like that)
This is something I like to think about.
Say a tree does fall and nobody is there. Like in some forest in Canada, and there is nobody in sight, nobody for like 20 miles in any direction. Nobody hears it. First we have to define sound.
Sound is what we hear. We hear sound. Sound enters through our ears and our brain gets some kind of message thing and we hear stuff. That's how sound works, and that's what sound is. I'm not going into the whole sound wave thing, I don't like science. Anyway, if sound is just what we hear through one of our senses, does it really exist?
Technically, when a tree falls and nobody is around, the sound waves are made and they travel, but nobody hears it. It's wasted sound waves, is what it is. They're made and then not used, when something like this happens.
So does it make a sound? No, no I don't believe it does.
When something makes a sound, people hear it. That's what happens when a sound is made. That's a sound. Sound waves can be made, but nobody will hear them - therefore, it's not a sound.
This is what made me think of something else; if nobody is in a certain spot, does it exist? How do I know Australia exists if I've never been there?
First, the latter question. I know Australia exists because I've seen photos and videos and people I know have gone there. Simple. I know other places of the world through others' descriptions and evidence. This is how I know, and I'm not going to go in and argue that because I'm not crazy like that. It's just what will bring me to the first question.
If nobody is in a certain spot, does it exist?
Well, I believe in evolution, but I also believe in life. As soon as life existed on this evolved earth, the earth was known to exist. Therefore, ever since the earth started to exist/evolve, some form of life has known it to exist. We know the earth exists. People and animals have virtually gone to every place on it. But when nobody is around to see, smell, feel, or taste, not just hear, the place around them, does it exist?
Yes, because others have gone there and have memories of that place, so it exists. Or we know it to exist.
This is the question: does earth really exist, or do we simply know it to exist? Is earth just what it is because it's what we know? I'm not saying we made earth up in our heads (and not just earth, for that matter, everything we see beyond it, like stars, the moon, other solar systems, sun, etc etc). I'm just asking a question, does earth really exist, or do we simply know it to exist? Without life, what would earth be? Without any life whatsoever in the whole universe, what would the universe and its planets and stuff be?
Just something for you to ponder. If you're wondering for some weird reason what my take is, I don't think the universe is anything without life. Nobody sees it, so it's nothing. It doesn't exist.
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
I'm sure you've all heard the saying, If a tree falls and nobody is there, does it make a sound? (Or something like that)
This is something I like to think about.
Say a tree does fall and nobody is there. Like in some forest in Canada, and there is nobody in sight, nobody for like 20 miles in any direction. Nobody hears it. First we have to define sound.
Sound is what we hear. We hear sound. Sound enters through our ears and our brain gets some kind of message thing and we hear stuff. That's how sound works, and that's what sound is. I'm not going into the whole sound wave thing, I don't like science. Anyway, if sound is just what we hear through one of our senses, does it really exist?
Technically, when a tree falls and nobody is around, the sound waves are made and they travel, but nobody hears it. It's wasted sound waves, is what it is. They're made and then not used, when something like this happens.
So does it make a sound? No, no I don't believe it does.
When something makes a sound, people hear it. That's what happens when a sound is made. That's a sound. Sound waves can be made, but nobody will hear them - therefore, it's not a sound.
This is what made me think of something else; if nobody is in a certain spot, does it exist? How do I know Australia exists if I've never been there?
First, the latter question. I know Australia exists because I've seen photos and videos and people I know have gone there. Simple. I know other places of the world through others' descriptions and evidence. This is how I know, and I'm not going to go in and argue that because I'm not crazy like that. It's just what will bring me to the first question.
If nobody is in a certain spot, does it exist?
Well, I believe in evolution, but I also believe in life. As soon as life existed on this evolved earth, the earth was known to exist. Therefore, ever since the earth started to exist/evolve, some form of life has known it to exist. We know the earth exists. People and animals have virtually gone to every place on it. But when nobody is around to see, smell, feel, or taste, not just hear, the place around them, does it exist?
Yes, because others have gone there and have memories of that place, so it exists. Or we know it to exist.
This is the question: does earth really exist, or do we simply know it to exist? Is earth just what it is because it's what we know? I'm not saying we made earth up in our heads (and not just earth, for that matter, everything we see beyond it, like stars, the moon, other solar systems, sun, etc etc). I'm just asking a question, does earth really exist, or do we simply know it to exist? Without life, what would earth be? Without any life whatsoever in the whole universe, what would the universe and its planets and stuff be?
Just something for you to ponder. If you're wondering for some weird reason what my take is, I don't think the universe is anything without life. Nobody sees it, so it's nothing. It doesn't exist.
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Time/Using Math To Think
Often times when I'm sitting on the school bus, listening to my iPod, I'm thinking. Wooooww big shock. Anyway, when I'm thinking, I like to work things out with math.
For example, take my hypocrisy saying from the post below. (Hypocrisy is the demon of this world - we all commit it, we all accuse it - and yet, somehow, it still exists.) The point of this saying is that hypocrisy cancels itself out, making it technically non existing. Now let's look at math.
7 X 5 X 3 over 5 X 6 X 7
Anybody who's completed 9th grade math should know that you can cancel out the 5 and the 7 on both sides, simplifying the expression to:
3/6, which is 1/2
If you did the actual equation, you're doing more work than you need to, but get the same result. (7 X 5 X 3 = 105 over 5 X 6 X 7 = 210 = 105/210 = 1/2.)
Now apply this to philosophy. When thinking about hypocrisy, it's like saying hypocrisy over hypocrisy. Hypocrite A is accusing Hypocrite B of being a hypocrite, but in reality Hypocrite A has committed hypocrisy many times before, making Hypocrite A a hypocrite, even though she was already one.
Hypocrisy over hypocrisy
Cancel hypocrisy out on both sides, and you get nothing. Making it logical to say hypocrisy doesn't exist in a situation in which everyone involved has committed hypocrisy before. This may not be true for the whole world, though, making my saying kind of false, but most people have done it for certain.
This is how I use math to think.
New subject.
Does time exist?
No. Nononononono.
Time is like philosophy. They both exist on the same degree, meaning they're both in our heads. (Sure, philosophy uses science, but philosophy alone is all in our heads.) Time is something mankind created. Because in reality, all it is, is the universe.. like, the universe is just..the universe. It exists and has matter in it. But the matter in the universe changes. Things happen to the universe, and we wanted a way to tell when these things happened or when things will happen, like when we're supposed to do something. Time is an aid to human life. Do you think animals care about time? They can't tell time, I mean. They have a sense of seasons and day and night, but that's about it. The most time exists in this universe is the patterns that happen, like rotations of the each in itself and around the sun. Time is simply an element of matter. As "time" goes on, things are simply changing the universe and its matter - patterns do happen. In a science experiment, the universe is the control variable, the matter in it is the responding variable, and the manipulated variable are the patterns. I say this because the patterns that happen aren't eternal, and they do change, even if slowly. If you wanted a math comparison it'd be something like this pattern: 13.0000000000015643245 ; 14.00000000000467988 ; 15.0000000000049865904. It's not a pattern, technically. But rounding up/down, it is. It's like a rough pattern. That's what patterns in the universe are. A rough pattern.
Rough patterns means a rough sense of time. Is time accurate? No. It never completely will be. It's almost accurate though. Verrrryyy close to completely accurate, but it's just not.
So technically, time isn't completely accurate, and if it was, then I'd say it existed. But we can't get that close to the patterns in the universe, so we can't get time completely right.
This is why time exists on the same degree as philosophy. Time is for recording and predicting the changes and patterns in the universe. Philosophy is analyzing how things work, what exists, how to act, etc. Philosophy, along with science of course, basically helps us understand our world better. Time is an aid, and so is philosophy.
Sorry if that was kind of weak. It's almost 4 in the morning. (I'm pulling an all nighter, ok? It's spring break.)
Please comment if you wish. My settings are so that anyone can comment, member or not.
"Science is what you know. Philosophy is what you don't know." - Bertrand Russell
"Philosophy, n. A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing." - Ambrose Bierce
"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey." - Captain Jean-Luc Picard
"Time is neutral and does not change things." - Jesse Jackson
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
For example, take my hypocrisy saying from the post below. (Hypocrisy is the demon of this world - we all commit it, we all accuse it - and yet, somehow, it still exists.) The point of this saying is that hypocrisy cancels itself out, making it technically non existing. Now let's look at math.
7 X 5 X 3 over 5 X 6 X 7
Anybody who's completed 9th grade math should know that you can cancel out the 5 and the 7 on both sides, simplifying the expression to:
3/6, which is 1/2
If you did the actual equation, you're doing more work than you need to, but get the same result. (7 X 5 X 3 = 105 over 5 X 6 X 7 = 210 = 105/210 = 1/2.)
Now apply this to philosophy. When thinking about hypocrisy, it's like saying hypocrisy over hypocrisy. Hypocrite A is accusing Hypocrite B of being a hypocrite, but in reality Hypocrite A has committed hypocrisy many times before, making Hypocrite A a hypocrite, even though she was already one.
Hypocrisy over hypocrisy
Cancel hypocrisy out on both sides, and you get nothing. Making it logical to say hypocrisy doesn't exist in a situation in which everyone involved has committed hypocrisy before. This may not be true for the whole world, though, making my saying kind of false, but most people have done it for certain.
This is how I use math to think.
New subject.
Does time exist?
No. Nononononono.
Time is like philosophy. They both exist on the same degree, meaning they're both in our heads. (Sure, philosophy uses science, but philosophy alone is all in our heads.) Time is something mankind created. Because in reality, all it is, is the universe.. like, the universe is just..the universe. It exists and has matter in it. But the matter in the universe changes. Things happen to the universe, and we wanted a way to tell when these things happened or when things will happen, like when we're supposed to do something. Time is an aid to human life. Do you think animals care about time? They can't tell time, I mean. They have a sense of seasons and day and night, but that's about it. The most time exists in this universe is the patterns that happen, like rotations of the each in itself and around the sun. Time is simply an element of matter. As "time" goes on, things are simply changing the universe and its matter - patterns do happen. In a science experiment, the universe is the control variable, the matter in it is the responding variable, and the manipulated variable are the patterns. I say this because the patterns that happen aren't eternal, and they do change, even if slowly. If you wanted a math comparison it'd be something like this pattern: 13.0000000000015643245 ; 14.00000000000467988 ; 15.0000000000049865904. It's not a pattern, technically. But rounding up/down, it is. It's like a rough pattern. That's what patterns in the universe are. A rough pattern.
Rough patterns means a rough sense of time. Is time accurate? No. It never completely will be. It's almost accurate though. Verrrryyy close to completely accurate, but it's just not.
So technically, time isn't completely accurate, and if it was, then I'd say it existed. But we can't get that close to the patterns in the universe, so we can't get time completely right.
This is why time exists on the same degree as philosophy. Time is for recording and predicting the changes and patterns in the universe. Philosophy is analyzing how things work, what exists, how to act, etc. Philosophy, along with science of course, basically helps us understand our world better. Time is an aid, and so is philosophy.
Sorry if that was kind of weak. It's almost 4 in the morning. (I'm pulling an all nighter, ok? It's spring break.)
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"Science is what you know. Philosophy is what you don't know." - Bertrand Russell
"Philosophy, n. A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing." - Ambrose Bierce
"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey." - Captain Jean-Luc Picard
"Time is neutral and does not change things." - Jesse Jackson
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
Monday, April 9, 2007
A First Post About Me, Thoughts, and the Subconscious Mind
Late at night, sitting by the window with the light off and staring deep into the sky, looking at the vast array and beauty of the stars above you.
Except I can't see the stars right now, because it's not a clear night.
Erf.
So I should have spent my deep thinking time earlier when it was light out and I could look at all the trees around me (how interesting).
A little bit about me, my #1 hobby is to think. Find it a bit strange? Yeah, I would, too. This is why I want to become a professor of philosophy when I'm older. I just hate the formality of it all. Why can't you just think about stuff and write it down? Which is why I'm starting this. I mean, I guess I'm not that smart, I took an IQ test at www.iqtest.com and the result was 130. Oh great, 130. It's not that much. I'd want to be something like at least 150, but I doubt that's going to happen. I know you're not supposed to post your age and stuff, but I'm 13. Don't try to come and rape me though, my dad owns like 5 guns. OK it's not that big of a threat, but I know how to kick in the balls really hard. I have big strong feet for a girl my age. OK whatever maybe that's not that big of a threat either. Just shut up.
Yeah so I'm 5'8" and I have a shoe size 11.5, but they don't come in 11.5 since the half sizes stop at 9.5 so I'm an 11-12 depending on the brand. I think my hands are big, too, but what do I know? Could just be the damn adolescence. These are the reasons I suspect myself for being a giant, but I think that's a bit much. Giants at my age are like, what, over 6'4"? Plus they have these big jaws, and mine's not that big.
Anyway, if you haven't gotten a taste of my personality I'm sarcastic, mean, outgoing when others have started a conversation with me but not the other way around, serious, lazy, and have a huge ego. So I'm not that great of a person. Neither are my grades. I'm in advanced math and honors LA but I get crap grades, the lazy factor much? And yet I still love myself to death. I think I may be crazy. (Multiple personalities - I have convos with myself all too often.) Plus most consider me weird. Family, friends, peers, etc. No need to worry; my ego makes up for this.
I love to dream and consciously sleep (works best during day time, happens when you lay in bed and keep your thoughts alive but still managing to fall asleep. Amazing sensation).
I am a new Christian-turned agnostic. I love my iPod and the deep music on it. My podcasts include Astronomy Cast, Atheist Talk, and Point of Inquiry. I guess I mainly like techno, but a good, profound 80's song like Someone Somewhere in the Summertime by Simple Minds will DEFINITELY make my Top 10. If I sound immature I apologize greatly. Nothing annoys me more than an immature 6th grader, which I'm not, but I guess the comparisons are similar.
I love change. I love my computer. I love this guy illiterately since literally I just am madly in love with how hot he is, whose name I probably shouldn't mention. I love the color these words are in. I love my mom more than anything despite the fact she's not the first thing I mentioned. I love music. I love thinking. But what I really love is listening to music and thinking. I have 3 songs about gay men. I wish I could get more.
So what makes me so special? The way I think, I suppose. Most, if not all, of the thoughts you'll see on here won't be original, but I can tell you I don't get them from anywhere. They're simply thoughts I have, so I don't, and can't, take credit for them.
And my thoughts? My thoughts after 11 PM which I should be talking about.
Right now, I'm thinking about the sayings I often make, such as:
Never again will my youth shadow me from the truth, from now on and always will I see the light, the vast universe in my sight.
Not the best grammar, but I love the word vast.
Hypocrisy is the demon of this world - we all commit it, we all accuse it - and yet, somehow, it still exists.
Do you see what I mean about my non-original ideas? And the grammar issues?
Yeah.
Now you see, this is who I am, and I have never met anyone like me. And this post may not have been very profound. I apologize. The profound thoughts that pop up come at random times, the revolutionary ideas I get so often; what are they, anyway? Does everyone have these ideas sitting in their subconscious minds until they have a dream they can't remember, which sprouts the thoughts? Why do we think philosophically, even if some rarely do? (Whoa, okay, see that was random. Not even kidding.)
The subconscious mind has always intrigued me. It's everything inside your mind that you don't see. Not until it reveals itself in some way.
For example, I remember way back in the 6th grade, and my advanced math teacher was explaining to us the technique some movie theaters used way back when, like in the 80's or something, when they would show a picture of a coke or some popcorn for about 1 frame, so that people's subconscious minds would pick up the image and trigger a reaction in the brain that made them think of said food object and have a want for the item. It was banned, or something. The subconscious has interested me ever since.
Like, when does our subconscious mind tell us stuff? Well, dreams, obviously, which is why I like to dream by falling asleep and waking up every 5 minutes which only happens on school mornings where I'm staying in bed and have a conscious thought about getting on the bus on time. Anyway, so when we're dreaming, we're sleeping. Obviously, in most cases this means the conscious mind is turned of or asleep, so our subconscious mind comes alive. This is why conscious sleep as mentioned above doesn't really bring you messages from deeper within you. So when you're normally sleeping, your subconscious picks up the thoughts you have and don't even think about. Does that make sense? Like, things you see and then never think about again. Or very distant memories. These reside in the subconscious, I'm assuming.
Say, for instance, a dream I will never forget. I was a house cleaning maid and I was on some sort of route, and had a new house. Thinking about this dream just gives me shivers, and it's almost midnight, but anyway, I was walking toward a hill from the left to the right and going up it. There were many trees, and I walked up the road and came to an isolated house, you know, the ones you see poking up, and I walked up to it, and there was a very old chair outside, with an old bed/matress. The house was obviously over 70 years old. I opened the door and came to an empty house with sparse, old furniture inside. I walked around and went upstairs into the bedroom with a set of drawers, opened them up, found some very old items. The house felt very creepily empty. I left the house and that was the end of my dream.
Fast forward a couple of months when we were driving to a city we did often. I look at the hill coming up before/beside us, and there it is. The house. There. Poking out of the trees on the same hill. Can you imagine how I'm feeling? Of course I haven't forgotten the dream.
Do you see my point? Before the dream, I've obviously seen the house but never thought about it. Many times. Therefore, the thought and image go to my subconscious, and appear in a dream. It's a mystery we'll never completely solve. Our subconscious comes in our dreams. We never know when we've had the thought. Of course these dreams only happen half the time, and remembering dreams that come from subconscious thoughts don't happen often as few people remember most of their dreams. We have the dreams in which we know where it originated from, the conscious thoughts the dream came from.
The subconscious - what we see but don't see, what we think about but don't think about - it's there, in the back of your head, and makes up a very large percentage of your brain. A mystery nobody can ever completely resolve, and yet it's there, sitting there, waiting to come alive in your dreams, teaming with an amazing imagination we tend to have while sleeping, and creating these dreams, the same dreams I love to have, need and want to have, sparking my profound interest in the subconscious, how to understand it, how to access it, but more important, how to resolve the impossible mystery it so subtly introduces to my mind - the subconscious.
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
Except I can't see the stars right now, because it's not a clear night.
Erf.
So I should have spent my deep thinking time earlier when it was light out and I could look at all the trees around me (how interesting).
A little bit about me, my #1 hobby is to think. Find it a bit strange? Yeah, I would, too. This is why I want to become a professor of philosophy when I'm older. I just hate the formality of it all. Why can't you just think about stuff and write it down? Which is why I'm starting this. I mean, I guess I'm not that smart, I took an IQ test at www.iqtest.com and the result was 130. Oh great, 130. It's not that much. I'd want to be something like at least 150, but I doubt that's going to happen. I know you're not supposed to post your age and stuff, but I'm 13. Don't try to come and rape me though, my dad owns like 5 guns. OK it's not that big of a threat, but I know how to kick in the balls really hard. I have big strong feet for a girl my age. OK whatever maybe that's not that big of a threat either. Just shut up.
Yeah so I'm 5'8" and I have a shoe size 11.5, but they don't come in 11.5 since the half sizes stop at 9.5 so I'm an 11-12 depending on the brand. I think my hands are big, too, but what do I know? Could just be the damn adolescence. These are the reasons I suspect myself for being a giant, but I think that's a bit much. Giants at my age are like, what, over 6'4"? Plus they have these big jaws, and mine's not that big.
Anyway, if you haven't gotten a taste of my personality I'm sarcastic, mean, outgoing when others have started a conversation with me but not the other way around, serious, lazy, and have a huge ego. So I'm not that great of a person. Neither are my grades. I'm in advanced math and honors LA but I get crap grades, the lazy factor much? And yet I still love myself to death. I think I may be crazy. (Multiple personalities - I have convos with myself all too often.) Plus most consider me weird. Family, friends, peers, etc. No need to worry; my ego makes up for this.
I love to dream and consciously sleep (works best during day time, happens when you lay in bed and keep your thoughts alive but still managing to fall asleep. Amazing sensation).
I am a new Christian-turned agnostic. I love my iPod and the deep music on it. My podcasts include Astronomy Cast, Atheist Talk, and Point of Inquiry. I guess I mainly like techno, but a good, profound 80's song like Someone Somewhere in the Summertime by Simple Minds will DEFINITELY make my Top 10. If I sound immature I apologize greatly. Nothing annoys me more than an immature 6th grader, which I'm not, but I guess the comparisons are similar.
I love change. I love my computer. I love this guy illiterately since literally I just am madly in love with how hot he is, whose name I probably shouldn't mention. I love the color these words are in. I love my mom more than anything despite the fact she's not the first thing I mentioned. I love music. I love thinking. But what I really love is listening to music and thinking. I have 3 songs about gay men. I wish I could get more.
So what makes me so special? The way I think, I suppose. Most, if not all, of the thoughts you'll see on here won't be original, but I can tell you I don't get them from anywhere. They're simply thoughts I have, so I don't, and can't, take credit for them.
And my thoughts? My thoughts after 11 PM which I should be talking about.
Right now, I'm thinking about the sayings I often make, such as:
Never again will my youth shadow me from the truth, from now on and always will I see the light, the vast universe in my sight.
Not the best grammar, but I love the word vast.
Hypocrisy is the demon of this world - we all commit it, we all accuse it - and yet, somehow, it still exists.
Do you see what I mean about my non-original ideas? And the grammar issues?
Yeah.
Now you see, this is who I am, and I have never met anyone like me. And this post may not have been very profound. I apologize. The profound thoughts that pop up come at random times, the revolutionary ideas I get so often; what are they, anyway? Does everyone have these ideas sitting in their subconscious minds until they have a dream they can't remember, which sprouts the thoughts? Why do we think philosophically, even if some rarely do? (Whoa, okay, see that was random. Not even kidding.)
The subconscious mind has always intrigued me. It's everything inside your mind that you don't see. Not until it reveals itself in some way.
For example, I remember way back in the 6th grade, and my advanced math teacher was explaining to us the technique some movie theaters used way back when, like in the 80's or something, when they would show a picture of a coke or some popcorn for about 1 frame, so that people's subconscious minds would pick up the image and trigger a reaction in the brain that made them think of said food object and have a want for the item. It was banned, or something. The subconscious has interested me ever since.
Like, when does our subconscious mind tell us stuff? Well, dreams, obviously, which is why I like to dream by falling asleep and waking up every 5 minutes which only happens on school mornings where I'm staying in bed and have a conscious thought about getting on the bus on time. Anyway, so when we're dreaming, we're sleeping. Obviously, in most cases this means the conscious mind is turned of or asleep, so our subconscious mind comes alive. This is why conscious sleep as mentioned above doesn't really bring you messages from deeper within you. So when you're normally sleeping, your subconscious picks up the thoughts you have and don't even think about. Does that make sense? Like, things you see and then never think about again. Or very distant memories. These reside in the subconscious, I'm assuming.
Say, for instance, a dream I will never forget. I was a house cleaning maid and I was on some sort of route, and had a new house. Thinking about this dream just gives me shivers, and it's almost midnight, but anyway, I was walking toward a hill from the left to the right and going up it. There were many trees, and I walked up the road and came to an isolated house, you know, the ones you see poking up, and I walked up to it, and there was a very old chair outside, with an old bed/matress. The house was obviously over 70 years old. I opened the door and came to an empty house with sparse, old furniture inside. I walked around and went upstairs into the bedroom with a set of drawers, opened them up, found some very old items. The house felt very creepily empty. I left the house and that was the end of my dream.
Fast forward a couple of months when we were driving to a city we did often. I look at the hill coming up before/beside us, and there it is. The house. There. Poking out of the trees on the same hill. Can you imagine how I'm feeling? Of course I haven't forgotten the dream.
Do you see my point? Before the dream, I've obviously seen the house but never thought about it. Many times. Therefore, the thought and image go to my subconscious, and appear in a dream. It's a mystery we'll never completely solve. Our subconscious comes in our dreams. We never know when we've had the thought. Of course these dreams only happen half the time, and remembering dreams that come from subconscious thoughts don't happen often as few people remember most of their dreams. We have the dreams in which we know where it originated from, the conscious thoughts the dream came from.
The subconscious - what we see but don't see, what we think about but don't think about - it's there, in the back of your head, and makes up a very large percentage of your brain. A mystery nobody can ever completely resolve, and yet it's there, sitting there, waiting to come alive in your dreams, teaming with an amazing imagination we tend to have while sleeping, and creating these dreams, the same dreams I love to have, need and want to have, sparking my profound interest in the subconscious, how to understand it, how to access it, but more important, how to resolve the impossible mystery it so subtly introduces to my mind - the subconscious.
~Profound Thoughts Of A Young Woman~
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