Naked us

If I would be asked "Is there more good or more evil in a human?" I would say that humans are evil, if we stick to this classification of things. We try to be good because it uplifts our sense of oneself as described by the ideal of our society. Society needs to classify things in good & evil because in this way it can differentiate between individual who are useful to it and those who are not.
Human beings like to live in society, it offers numerous advantages, but they will not hesitate to brake its rules when it suites them and most of all when they can not be held responsible for what they have done. In other words, if a tree falls in a forest and is no one there to hear it, it doesn't make a sound.
It is natural behavior, we don't give it importance unless we hear the falling tree and it scratches us in its fall.
It is somehow brilliant and almost artistic the amount and diversity of pain that we, human beings, can inflict on each other.Think about it... we can say that humanity evolved through war. Fear of being killed or the pleasure to kill and steal were the great motivators in the progress of technology.
 Those who have only short encounters with the true nature of humanity are lucky, but in my opinion few.
Another interesting aspect of this subject is the way in which we rationalize our actions. An attack towards an individual has in 99% of times a cause and it is more or less justifiable. The amount of social dogma created to justify and prevent such damage is huge. We live in a world in which words by themselves can offend. Looks offend, actions also and all can be (and must be) punished in a way or another.But let's face it even as children we learn (and really fast I must say) that hurting somebody is kinda' fun. People say that kids are mean, no, they are as mean as ourselves but they are not yet fully bound by the rules of society. They act up because they can... and it is fun.
 How long ago was the time when we spoke just to share information and not to dissect every tension in the other persons voice or intonation?! Has ever been such a time?! I miss it...

Rush

You get to a point sometime, somewhere when you realize suddenly and unexpectedly that almost all your life you were doing nothing… Nothing, and yet if you really want to, or you need to in a few days you can accomplish so much. Then the obvious question rises: Where you would be if your entire life, or most of it, you were doing the things you have done in the past few days? How many things and how much would have you got to know and understand?

            Of course that is plain stupid. The things that make existing worth the bother are perspectives… I’m not talking about the bullshit like “I wouldn’t change a thing in my past because all that made me me, or thought me something”. This is not about learning, or becoming something that you think you are, this all about experiencing your existence.

            For the past two days my brain was in … another state. One that I have never knew it existed. Tons of information converging to be stretched and cut up to a new billion of pieces then those pieces reassembled to create a new piece of information, a new idea being brought to life. All this was happening in every single moment of the day, old information plus new incoming information from the senses all dancing to create something new. I found that very interesting, and at moments it gave me a sense of euphoria. I couldn’t sleep, and even though I had only had 3-4 hours of sleep per night, I didn’t feel tired the next day. Adrenaline I think …

            But somehow, somewhere deep in my mind, the Me who isn’t Me, gave this command because it knew that this has a purpose… and after the event that triggered all this had passed the Me who isn’t Me took its gift back…

            It was like I was on Speed… but more. Every thing that I have experienced until that moment was so clear to me like it had happened a few seconds ago. I could remember events from my childhood so clearly that I could almost re-live them. I remembered things that I had forgotten, or wanted to forget. And even my so called bad experiences were not seeming so bad thinking in retrospective, not because they were re-judged but because the classification in good or bad seemed so pointless… They were only other perspectives, other states of mind that showed me other universes of Me…

            I liked that, I wouldn’t want to live in a perpetual state of that but I would like to be able to relive it someday somewhere.

            Not that I’m going to praise myself or anything but I kind of like the fact that sometimes I can be not me, and that Me is not a constant…

Happiness

   Some words about happiness, I mean why not?! Everybody wants it, envies the one who has it and we all try so hard to find it...
   So many books, so many dreams so many things have been said about what happiness is or ought to be... But what is happiness? I think that each to his own. And I'm also sure that everybody has said at least once, in a moment of wanting to be altruistic, that he/she/it wants everybody to be happy. But what happens when someones idea of happiness is in total contradiction with what the majority regards as standard morality? What then? should we deny the pour being right to happiness?!

    I have a solution... I, more than anyone else, understand the weird way of being happy and thus I have found a solution! The solution is acceptance, easy word hard notion to grasp...
    What makes people happy? Love, money, power, sex etc. ? I don't think so, I mean... maybe, but who cares about those things? They are relatively easy to find/acquire. I'm imagining, I suppose or I know that there are some things out there that would make some folks really happy! Things like ... WAR! I'm not talking about war as a means of acquiring something else, I'm talking about art for art, war for the sake of war... The pure pleasure of slashing another being in more than two pieces or the bliss of being slashed.
   Don't get me wrong here, I wouldn't want to go to war, but I imagine that some people would really like this shit. And like I said, I have found a solution, because I want everybody to have the right to be happy.
   Let's seize some square kliks in the Sahara and make them a war zone. Anybody who fancies war can go there, and because we are civilized beings we will make rules. There would be two teams, alpha and beta lets say... The one who wants to play, will choose a team and will have to fight for that team. We will give them weapons (I'm sure that somewhere in Russia or USA there are some flesh reaping guns that just lay there) and we will let them play. Of course this is purely voluntary, only the ones who wanna go will go. When you join you will have to specify the time you wanna stay in Incredible Fun Land, and if you are still alive after that, you will be able to go home. If you go there and it isn't exactly what you have imagine it to be, you can quit of course.
   Hey! It's their war, they don't hurt anybody, what's wrong with it?! They are fully functional beings they know the risk, and I'm positive that some folk just wanna put an end to their existence... If that makes them happy, who are you to stand in their way?!
   This is the easy part, here comes the hard one: If a guy or gal, comes back from IFL and he/she wants to get a job and be a bank manager (he/she is qualified)... can we accept that?! I think we should...
   Now you can extrapolate, you can think of a thing that makes you happy and you can't have it due to some superficial reason (like it is not polite or socially accepted) and go and do in a random sq km from Sahara or some other remote place where you will not disturb people who like other things. Don't worry! you are not gonna be alone, I bet that you will find someone to join you! In this sentimentally repressed, homogenized, cloned society in which we live in, I'm betting my life on it!
   So, we have a problems we have a solutions, what is stopping us? Things that have worked in the past, or we think that they have worked, truths that we cannot abandon because we are to accustomed to live them, and of course the old and immortal "i don't give a shit about you!" !
   I'm an open minded being, I understand the misery and suffering of those around me, so let me ask you this: Before you say NO! to someone who wants to go to Incredible Fun Land, what makes you happy?

Back to Nietzsche

   I have just listened to Robert Salomon commenting on some of Nietzsche’s famous sayings… “God is dead”.

   Robert Salmon says that this is not a direct remark on religion, on the entity of God but that Nietzsche has seen and comments in his typical way on the hypocrisy of the common Christian. I do not disagree with this, but I find it incomplete. From what I have understood from the works of Nietzsche, “God is dead” refers in my opinion, to the fact that archaic beliefs should not be held strong in an age in which human problems need another means of solving. In other words, there is no need to believe in the existence of a supreme being like that of God… it has come the time when humans should have the capacity to act moral by their own instinct and not as an imposed rule. In other words, the time to replace the inorganic with the organic…

   Of course this statement, God is dead, is shocking for the simpler minds… I find this statement in its full context beautiful, not that Nietzsche said it, it was said long before him by many others, but that Nietzsche has the will and power to complete the argument. He has the patience to argument and demonstrate each aspect of this remark… I find that impressive. Not only that he has written millions of words in this effort but he has dedicated all his work to this idea, and I find in that the greatest love statement to the humankind. Having the courage, the will and the gift to argument so beautifully and so energetic against evil at the time when evil was considered a general good, and still consider evil necessary and not fight it unconditionally is, in my opinion, brilliant!

   Of course, my interpretation of Nietzsche works may be distorted and it may change after I read his works again, but no matter how many times I will read Nietzsche, I am convinced that I will still believe that he loved humankind even though he spoke for so few…

Consider this, humanity is made up from different types of individuals, each individual with his own skill or non at all. It is fair to say that the progress of human kind is in the hands of each and every single human being? No. Then should the notion of progress and evolution be explained and discussed in terms that are understood by every individual? That would be redundant... as Nietzsche said: In the end things must be as they are and have always been—the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare. Truth is not a common thing, and if it is then it is not of value…

Empire of Chaos

 Chapter one 
Eris the Goddess of Chaos

It is the year 3177. A probe has detected a distinct isotopic signature in a gas cloud, 6 light years off the edge of the Empire. The data was interpreted as a possible new and rich accumulation of U, Sr, Th and other elements of their likeness.
The Empire of Man is always in great need of such commodities because they fuel its ships... its war machine...
A warship was send to analyze the clouds potential, the name of the ship is "Eris". It is one of the best ships of the Empire, and it is not usually send to investigate mineral deposits, but whatever does not belong to Man is a potential new asset to the Empire, and whatever is different is a threat.

"We are now leaving the Empire, Sir!" the soldier at one of the navigation station reported. "Proceeding with 0.98 light ahead, Sir!" the same soldier added shortly after.
The bridge was large and rectangular, in the middle facing the main screen was a large chair, angular, no consideration for the comfort of its' user was taken into account when it was build. On the wide armrests there were buttons and a small screen. The man sitting in the chair was of middle age, short hair and had a large and rather ugly scar on his right cheek. He wear a black, tight uniform. The jacket of it was full of decorations resembling medals, and on its russian styled collar there were 5 golden daggers on the right side. Everybody on the bridge had the same style uniform, less the medals and the 5 golden daggers on the collar. Some had one, like the soldier announcing the position and speed, a man at the tactical station had 2 and the woman entering the room had 3, on the same collar of an identical uniform.
"I have calculated the amount of the interest material, as indicated by the current data, Sir!" she said as she was walking to the cubic chair. When she reached it she gave to 5 dagger man a tablet. "Unfortunately telemetry data can give only this much information, for an exact number I will need samples, Captain, Sir!".
"You will get samples when we get there" he replied looking at the tablet. "It is of vital importance to find a way to extract as much as possible, and as fast as possible once we get there. The Empire needs us home, to defeat our enemies. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" she replied and walked out the room. The corridor was was incredibly narrow by comparison to the bridge. Two man passing shoulder to shoulder would have hardly made it. "Fighting in here would be such a mess..." she thought. She stopped at a door and waited. A few seconds later the door opened and a small circular room was on the other side, the elevator. "Third deck!" she said loudly. She was looking on the walls like searching for something. "An alpha class warship and the elevator accepts only voice commands, are we really lucky or is everybody else really stupid?!" asked herself rhetorically.
She had a point, the Empire occupied almost a third of the Milky Way and had left entire sentient species only to the pages of the history books.  The sentient species still in existence, which have encountered the Empire were slaves or declared enemies.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. She exited in a corridor as narrow and as crowded as the one on the first deck. She walked to the mess hall, entered and took a tray and sat in line. The soldiers in front of her, all wearing only one dagger saluted her. The line advanced slowly. On the opposite wall was a large painting depicting emotionless soldiers wearing black uniform defending a blue planet and behind it, a little bit faded, was the Milky Way and the borders of the Empire of Man were visible.
The doors opened and a man wearing 4 daggers entered the room. Everybody who was not already standing stood up, and everybody saluted. Everybody but an old soldiers in a far corner of the room who never stopped eating.
Absolute silence floated in the air. The officer which everybody saluted walked to the man still sitting.
"This is gonna be messy..." the woman said to her self.
"The Commander of this ship has entered the room, soldier!" A voice from the crowd shouted. The man kept on eating.
The Commander pull out his gun and shot the man in the head, without warning. Some of the blood tainted the uniforms of the emotionless soldiers guarding the blue planet.

Chpater two 
Chaos reigns

"Clean that!" the Commander said emotionless. Everybody else continued whatever they were doing, whit the exception of a couple of soldiers who now got a new task, cleaning.
She got her dinner, some texture-less paste and something that was meat but looked like plastic. She looked around to find a place to sit down. The Commander sat alone at one of the tables and customs said that high ranking officers should eat at the same table.
"May I join you, Sir?" she asked with an almost shouted voice, everybody spoke like that when addressing an officer of higher rank.
The Commander nodded and she sat down and started eating. The blood of the soldier was still dripping of the uniforms of the guardian soldiers.
Moments like this made her wonder if in some distant past things were different, but she doubt that, it couldn't have been. She was trying to hide her curiosity about what the Commander was reading off the tablet in his hand when a loud BANG was heard and everybody started falling towards the blood tainted drawing on the wall. The hole thing lasted about 10 second after which the floor was again horizontal.
"Impact whit an unidentified object! Impact at stern side! Battle stations! I repeat battle stations! Red alert! Battle stations!"
"Commander! I want you on the bridge! Identify that thing! ASP!" the Commander shouted at the woman.
She was still lying on the floor, she couldn't focus. "Commander, NOW!" the man shouted again. She stood up and tried to find the door. Everybody was trying to get out on the narrow corridor.
"Everybody out of my way!" she shouted. "It is an order!" she added when she though that they were not moving sufficiently fast. She was on the corridor now trying to get to the elevator. A man shouted "Elevator only for officers! Everybody else use the tubes!". People started disappearing into holes appearing on the walls.
"So it is another way of moving through here." she thought. The elevator arrived and she got in. The doors closed and she gave the command "First deck!". Nothing happened. She said the order again but nothing happened. "Open doors!" , still nothing. She started examining the walls again, maybe a command panel somewhere. Screams were coming from the other side of the door. That was weird, she had never heard a human soldier scream, only aliens. She started feeling fear.
A command panel seemed to be hidden behind a cosmetic metal plate. She took it off and tried to input commands, nothing seemed to work. "Fuck! Fucking Empire engineers!Fuck! " And she hit the wall with her foot. She started hearing a high peach noise, and the noise became more louder by the second. She turned around and saw something like smoke appearing in the elevator, and in one portion of space, hovering in the air the smoke became denser and denser. She was so afraid, she started sweating and panicking. Somehow the smoke seemed alive. She started hitting the doors. She hit them harder and harder until she hit them harder than she has ever hit something in her life. The doors opened and the corridor was stretching in front of her, full of bodies. Bodies of men wearing a black uniform. Nothing else, except humans had died there.  Some scorching marks from pistol fires were visible on the walls but nothing else. She took a pistol from one of the soldiers and entered a tube. She crawled all the way through the first deck, encountering only dead bodies. Blood was dripping off the ceiling. She tried running but she was stepping on bodies and that did not make things easier so she slowed down. When she entered the bridge, the scenery was not different from the hallways, everybody was dead. The Captain, still sitting in his uncomfortable chair was now missing his 5 daggers from his collar along with his head.  She went to one of the stations and started pressing buttons, she wanted to call see if there was someone still alive on the ship"Maybe the hangar decks, those would be safe!" she thought. But another thought invaded her mind and conquered the firs "Call for help! NO! That would be weak of her... but she could report what happened! Yes report! But report what?!" this thought was not completed when she started asking herself if she had missed the "abandon ship order", "but no! Since battle stations I did not heard anything!". The station was unresponsive, the computer was unresponsive, nothing worked. Then the most powerful of all thoughts hit her "Run! Run fast! Go to the hangars and take a Scouting Vehicle and go back to the Empire!" this thought conquer all.
She turned around and started moving as fast as she could towards the hangar deck one.

..... to be continued....

Is/not God willing/able

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?
                                                                                                                           Epicurus [341–270 B.C.]

"Let us make a special effort to stop communicating with each other, so we can have some conversation."

Stam la un loc, ca acuma. Suntem mereu, toti intr-una ...

  
Realitatea este de cele mai multe ori plictisitoare... e ucigator de plictisitoare! Si nu ca ar fii Universul plictisitor ci pentru ca noi nu suntem pe aceasi lungime de unda cu el...
Nu avem energia unui animal de prada sau fericirea lenta a unui melc. Lupii, melcii si oricare alta vietuitoare sau nu sunt perfect adaptate sa faca ceea ce au evoluat sa faca. Chestia asta e deprimanta, e deprimanta din doua puncte de vedere: 1) noi nu stim in ce am evoluat si ce trebuie sa facem 2) intr-un mediu natural suntem cam praf... Si pentru ca Mama Natura nu o mai putem numii acasa am inventat tot felul de lumi imaginare cu reguli ciudate, anorganice, care sa ne dea sentimentul unei apartenente. Eu nu ma simt ca acasa intre cladiri de beton si sticla si nici nu pot spune ca ma simt ca acasa intr-o padure (si il numesc mincinos pe ala care are tupeul sa zica ca el se simte ca acasa in natura!). Nu prea pot spune ca imi inteleg semenii, in adevaratul sens al cuvantului a intelege, si stiu ca nici ei nu ma inteleg pe mine si momentan coexistam intr-o relatie de ignorare. Dar ma gandesc ca va fi crunt pentru mine atunci cand aceasta relatie nu va mai fi suficienta ...
Cautam extraterestrii pentru ca nu avem prieteni, cautam o divinitate pentru ca nu ne intelegem si ne cladim un scop subred doar ca sa nu avem impresia ca traim degeaba...
Si acum vine a N-a parte trista, noi ne simtim depasiti de situatie si cerem ajutor dar nu vrem sa fim ajutati. Strigatul nostru de ajutor este defapt dorinta noastra de a ne auzii opiniile/doleantele/durerile si in vocea altcuiva, noi vrem un tovaras de suferinta nu cineva care sa ne inlature suferinta. Avem o problema grava cu lucrurile simple... Problema asta e atat de vasta incat refuzam sa acceptam lucrurile asa cum sunt, si daca mai sunt si simple atunci cotele de dezastru sunt depasite de cateva ori...
Eu cred ca toata treaba asta pleaca din faptul ca nici unul dintre noi nu este dispus (in orice fel de situatie) sa il inlature pe EU din ecuatie. Nu stiu ce a mers rau in 2 mil de ani de evolutie, dar undeva de-a lungul drumului lucrurile au luat o curba gresita rau...

In concluzie as spune ca noi, ca specie, nu avem nici un tel, nici un rost natural si ca suntem o eroare grava pe care Universul o va corecta cat mai curand!

Subiecte sensibile .... FUMATORII

Tocmai am vazut niste reclame care asociau sexul oral cu fumatul. WTF?!
Adica pe bune, acum?! Vreau si eu sa vad o reclama antidrog in care consumul de droguri este asociat in mod explicit cu sexul oral! Chiar imi doresc asta, dar nu o sa o vad si stiti de ce? Pentru ca un consumator de droguri este o victima, iar un fumator este cel mai dezgustator lucru de pe planeta asta... Yup, logica lui peste!

Inainte de a imi expune argumentele, vreau sa mentionez atat, fumatul, sexul si chiar si consumul de droguri sunt o manifestare a vointei individului. Chestia aia foarte tare care ne permite sa ne manifestam vointa este ceea ce se numeste libertate, si exista un mit urban in care se zice ca cetateanul dintr-o tara democratica este liber.

Daca eu aleg sa fumez, este problema mea si numai a mea, cunosc riscurile la fel de bine cum le cunoaste si un consumator de alcool, si cum le stie si un consumator de droguri. Vreau sa AM DREPTUL SA ALEG pentru mine ceea ce vreau sa fac cu mine. Si eu cred ca pot fi lasata sa aleg in liniste atata timp cat nu il deranjez pe cel de langa mine.

De cateva decenii incoace, fumatorii sunt mai persecutati decat au fot necredinciosii in timpul Inchizitiei,cu mica diferenta ca acum nu ne mai ard pe rug pentru can u ar da bine in presa. Ati observat ca au chiar si acelasi slogan? Vor sa ne salveze de noi insine, isn't that gonna make you feel dandy?!
Si totul a inceput de la ideea ca o sa te bage in mormant (nu neg acest lucru, doar tin sa mentionez ca una din regulile naturii, ce este dusa la bun sfarsit fara exceptie, este aceea ca orice ce traieste o sa moara), pe urma au zis ca fumatul pasiv o sa il omoare pe cel de langa tine. Asta e strategica, au zis ca daca nu iti pasa de tine poate iti pasa de cel de langa tine, numai ca e mare teapa! Fumul de tigara este doar deranjant dar nu ucigator o data expirat de altul. Mecanismul bio-chimic prin care elementele nocive din fumul de tigara inhalat de un fumator sunt transferate in corpul acestuia nu mai sunt posibile prin fumatul pasiv. A da, pe urma au inceput sa descurajeze fumatul prin tot felul de mecanisme. Unul dintre acestea ofera o incursiune vizuala intr-un posibil viitor prin prezenta pozelor care mai de care mai groaznice de pe pachetele de tigari (pe care le bag atata de mult in seama incat acum stau si ma intreb daca pe marca mea de tigari sunt poze sau doar averstismente). Iara o sa va impartasesc ce imi doresc eu, eu vreau sa vad poze cu babe violate, copii violati si ucisi, organe ale sistemului digestiv facute praf de tot felul de ciroze, accidente de masina cu oameni decapitati etc. pe sticlele de vodka (sau bere). Ar fi un adevarat macel :D. Whos' not gonna love that?!

Si inca nici nu am ajuns la droguri ... Deci eu o fumatoare amarata, care am facut o decizie pentru mine si legata de mine, sunt mai rea ca Ciuma Bubonica, dar un drogat care ajuta la imprastierea a tot felul de boli (SIDA de ex), tine in spate o intreaga structura mafiota care la randui ei face tot felul de blestematii, un drogat care iti poate da in orice secunda in cap pentru o doza (tin sa mentionez ca cel mai nashpa lucru pe care l-am facut eu pentru o tigara a fost sa cer o tigara unui alt fumator de pe strada), acei drogati care aduc pe lume copii dependenti de tot felul de blestematii sintetice ce iti fut neuronii intr-un hal fara de hal, ei bine acesti drogati sunt VICTIME, si au nevoie de ajutorul nostru al tuturor.. FUCK THAT!
Acesti drogati au facut o decizie, la fel ca mine, singura diferenta dintre mine si ei este ca pe ei i-a dus intr-un loc mult mai intunecat! Si nu o sa il cred pe nici un crystal meth junkie ca nu a stiut cum o sa fie daca o sa ia asa ceva!

Acum doamnelor si domnilor va rog frumos sa va ganditi la echitatile si ipocriziile societatii noastre.
Tin sa mentionez ca nu recomand decizia mea nimanui, pentru cafiecare individ are dreptul si puterea sa aleaga pentru sine. Si sper din tot sufletul, ca nu o sa mai folosim adjective pentru a descrie indivizii care au luat o decizie, alta decat a noastra.

I miss logic ...

Back ... chiar daca nu conteaza

Where where we?! Ah da! Discutam despre lumea ce ne inconjoara cu un optimism iesit din comun si o stare generala de bine.
Poate nu sunt eu cel mai bun scriitor, poate sunt cel mai prost, oricum undeva in mintea mea s-a nascut ideea ca prin exercitiu devii mai bun si astfel am decis eu sa fac un blog. De unde rasare intrebarea fireasca: "De ce nu am luat un creion si o hartie?" si raspunsul este la fel de simplu :" E mai simplu sa tastez decat sa scriu".
Acestea fiind spuse, motivatia pentru aceste actiuni este un pic mai clara. Sper ca de data asta sa nu mai scriu din an in paste.

Inca un an ... pe apa Sambetei

Cica a mai trecut un an si viitorul este din ce in ce mai aproape... Cu ocazia sosirii noului an grijile sunt si mai aproape de mine gata sa ma sufoce si sa ma enrveze in acelasi timp.
Pana in acest moment am facut toate lucrurile pe care le-am facut fara sa ma gandesc la scop, sau daca eram pusa intr-o situatie in care trebuia sa ofer un scop atunci inventam rapid unul... Acum am ajuns in punctul in care realizez ca am facut tot ceea ce trebuia sa fac si totusi este fara rost!
Si mai mult de atat, viata, universul sau cine dracu este responsabil pentru toate acestea are un umor la fel de negru ca de fiecare data, si iti da doua variante:

1. Te complaci in virtutea inertiei si ajungi un ipocrit ca toti ceilalti zombie pe care ii vezi in fiecare zi.
   
2. Mori de foame.

Eu inca nu am vazut varianta aia in care iti poti mentine principiile, poti ramane vertical si iti poti pune o paine pe masa... Daca o vede careva, stiti unde ma gasiti.

Public chat

Cica traim intr-o lume in care comunicarea este esentiala, in conformitate cu acest aspect m-am gandit sa imi fac un public chat pe Skype ... so this is it:
Aici puteti lasa orice mesaj

Religia

Hmmm... Caramida civilizatiei umane sau catusele ei? Amandoua.

Religia a fost necesara in etapele de inceput ale dezvoltarii umane.
Imaginati-va o lume in care puteai sa fi omorat pentru orice nimic, o lume in care individul va alege intodeauna cea mai simpla cale de actiune nu intotdeauna cea mai productiva. Este evident ca unii au observat acest lucru si au incercat sa ii faca si pe ceilalti sa inteleaga. Dar, nu uitati, soarele era tras de un zeu ce gonea pe cer in carul sau!
Prin urmare, nu este mai simplu sa te folosesti de un instinct decat de ratiune intr-o astfel de lume?!
In loc sa ii spui: "Nu ucide pentru ca nu este moral, sau se poate gasi o alta cale" ii vei spune "Nu ucide, pentru ca zeii te vor pedepsi." Si in aceasta etapa inventezi povesti despre un loc foarte urat in care nimeni nu ar vrea sa ajunga.
Si uite asa s-au mai tinut in frau masele si s-a putut ajunge la o oarecare dezvoltare... Totul era bine si frumos pana cand europenii s-au gandit ca religia lor este cea adevarata si restul nu merita sa traiasca. Dar exista o problema, dumnezeu a spus "Sa nu ucizi", hmmm, this is a tricky one... Daca dumnezeu a spus sa nu ucizi, atunci el poate spune si "ucide!", nu?! Adica ne impiedicam de o negatie?! Si nu ar fi fost destul ca au murit atatia in "razboaiele sfinte"...
Au mai trecut cateva sute de ani, si omul a inceput sa isi puna intrebari... A inceput sa se intrebe daca pamantul este plat sau rotund, ce sunt acele puncte luminoase de pe cer, ce este moartea etc.
Manifestarea materiala a religiei, a.k.a Biserica, a inceput sa se simta amenintata de acest lucru si a spus ca tot ceea ce nu este inteles, tot ce nu are o explicatie in care sa intre notiunea de divinitate nu este bun, deci trebuie eradicat. Si uite asa au mai murit milioane...

Dar nu este atat de grav! Nu va speriati! Daca adunam numarul mortilor deabia ajungem din urma numarul victimelor de ciuma bubonica... Nu e asa de grav, nu? La urma urmei a fost voia domnului!

Am trecut peste aceste lucruri, acum am spart atomul, am trimis rovere pe marte si am inventat masinarii inteligente...
Religia fiind un factor omniprezent in societatea noastra de la inceputuri pana acum este inca prezenta. Capeteniile bisericii s-au adaptat timpurilor, bineinteles ca am trecut peste lucrurile barbare cum ar fi arderea pe rug... acum Papa predica despre pacatul folosirii prezervativului in Africa. Cine stie?! poate are dreptate, avand in vedere numarul persoanelor infectate cu HIV din Africa, folosirea prezervativului nu isi are rostul!

Oricum ar fi, pe mine ma incanta sa vad diminuarea dependentei individului de Biserica. Acesta este un lucru bun!

Conceptul de religie nu poate exista fara 3 lucruri vitale:

1. O entitate divina
2. Credinciosi, indiferent de numarul acestora
3. Bani

Omul are nevoie sa creada in ceva, dar nu este necesar ca aceasta credinta sa se transforme intr-o institutie. Credinta este ceva foarte personal, nu poate fi generalizat...

Religion divides people, belief in something unites them!

Hai sa vorbim despre noi

Noi adica romanii... Nu cu doi de "r"!!!!!!!
Nu ca as avea ceva cu ei, ci mai degraba cu atitudinea lor. Exista si romani cu aceasi atitudine dar parca pentru dublu r e o caracteristica nationala, exista si multe exceptii evident.

Dar am zis ca vorbim despre noi... Romanii de peste 50 de ani, marea majoritate cel putin, vad Romania prin prisma ProTV, PrimaTV, Antena si mai ales AcasaTV. Adevarul este ca Romania nu este nici pe departe asa. Romania este o tara frumoasa ce se confrunta cu probleme mult mai grave decat cele comentate pe posturile mai sus mentionate.
Din punctul meu de vedere cea mai grava problema din Romania este molima ce afecteaza cetatenii cu varste cuprinse intre 13 si 30 de ani. Aceasta molima are efecte devastatoare asupra celor cu varste curpinse intre 18-25 de ani. Cum se numeste aceasta boala? are un nume mirific: "Goana dupa bani".
Nu spun ca este rau sa iti doresti bani, nu este rau sa iti doresti un job bine platit. Dar in Romania, datorita acestui patogen (evident!) banul trebuie sa isi faca aparitia ACUM! Hai sa discutam despre acest "ACUM"...
Acum inseamna oricand individul este capabil sa isi ia un job sau sa faca rost de bani in orice alt fel.
Un individ posesor doar de diploma de bacalaureat (asa se scrie?!) isi doreste un salariu de minim 2000 lei noi, de ce? Pai da' el e cumva prost sa munceasca pentru mai putin?! Si bineinteles ca nu este vina lui ci a angajatorului. Angajator ce nu ii recunoaste valoarea si care bineinteles va fi incadrat la categoria "Dusmani".
Un individ posesor de licenta si fara abilitati intelectuale speciale isi doreste un salariu minim de 3000 de lei noi. De ce?! Pai el om cu facultate poate lucra pentru mai putin?! Adica saracul de el si-a pierdut 3 ani din viata (sistem bolovania) trecand din cand in cand pe la examene degeaba?! A mai si platit 400 euro pe an! Cine este de vina? Foarte simplu: sistemul, Romania, angajatorul, parintii, prietena/prietenul... Alternativa ===>>> Spania!

Daca patura de mijloc a Romaniei se plange ce sa mai zica un individ cu "7 clase" ?

Dar nu va faceti griji, Romania este o tara saraca, o tara din lumea a treia, in care una dintre principalele griji este locul de parcare a BMW-ului... Tot din saracia romanului se ridica cartiere de vile sau apartamente noi.
Sa nu mai vorbim de lucrurile frumoase, hai sa discutam despre lucrurile cu adevarat presante... Sa discutam despre copii cu medalii de aur la olimpiadele de matematica, fizica, informatica? NU!
Sa discutam despre nivelul de cultura generala, dealtfel mult mai ridicat decat in alte parti? NU!

In concluzie, Romania este o tara urata... Hai sa plecam toti din ea si sa mergem in Spania la cules de capsuni!

The storyteller

O coincidenta foarte placuta ...
Acum cateva zile am vorbit despre cat de importante sunt povestile pentru mine, folosind expresia "Povestile ma tin in viata".
Astazi am vazut un episod din The twilight Zone ce poarta numele acestui post. Imi plac serialele de acest gen si atunci cand ajung la concluzia ca am vazut toate episoadele unui serial simt un gol imens in interiorul meu... Din pacate acest drog s-a cam epuizat, am citit/vazut toate povestile bune. Da, recunosc, sunt dependenta! Sunt dependenta de povesti!
Despre exact acest lucru era vorba in acest episod din The twilight Zone, este vorba despre un batran in varsta de 140 de ani ce era tinut in viata de povesti. Cel mai tanar membru al familiei sale, un baiat de aproximativ 10 ani, ii spunea in fiecare seara o poveste dar o lasa neterminata urmand ca in seara urmatoare sa ii spuna sfarsitul povestii incepute si sa inceapa una noua.
Baietelul este ferm convins ca intreruperea acestui ritual va duce la moartea stra-stra-stra-strabunicului sau.

Adevarul este ca noi toti avem nevoie de povesti, fie ca ni sunt prezentate ca intamplari de mare importanta relatate de posturi precum BBC, fie ca sunt stiri de la ora 17:00, fie sunt capodopere scrise de mana unor mari maestrii povestitori... Exista povesti pentru fiecare tip de individ, singura diferenta este ca unii indivizi au mai mare nevoie de povesti decat altii...

Hope is a fuel we get for free

" Hope is a fuel we get for free"
Samael, Slavocracy

Hai sa ne imaginam o societate altfel decat cea in care traim... O societate in care notiunile de bine si de rau sunt absolute. Dreptatea este absoluta.
Dar cineva tot trebuie sa impuna standardele, nu? Cineva trebuie sa fie dincolo de bine si de rau.
Sa ne imaginam ca aceasta societate este condusa de un grup de oameni, ce impun standardele iar procesul prin care ele au reusit sa ajunga in pozitia pe care o detin este unul lipsit de erori, iar factorul uman este minimalizat.
Pentru cetatenii acestei societati notiunile de "eroare de procedura","lege proasta","neincredere in conducatori" sunt la fel de inimaginabile precum va este voua greu sa va imaginati societatea pe care o descriu acum. :)
Speranta nu este o moneda cu care poti cumpara supunerea maselor. Orice greseala este pedepsita si orice individ ce a comis o greseala isi asuma raspunderea pentru fapta sa. O societate perfecta?! Inca mai are oameni in ea ...

Dar, poate exista dreptate atunci cand legea este absoluta?

Tot ceea ce facem noi este in folosul societatii... Poate e prost spus, nu neaparat in folosul societatii ci parte integrata din ea. 99% din actiunile noastre sunt dictate de un cod impus de societate. Sa nu se inteleaga gresit, eu cred ca aparitia societatii a fost unul dintre cei mai importanti pasi din evolutia speciei noastre.
Nu ne place sa admitem faptul ca facem parte dintr-o masinarie, citim 1984 si ne trec fiori pe sira spinarii... Vorbim despre binele oferit de organizarea actuala a societatii, despre dreptul de a te exprima liber... Si la ce s-a ajuns?! Am ajuns sa folosim notiuni precum relativitatea drept scuza... Acum nu ne mai ascundem dupa deget ci ne ascundem in spatele relativitatii indivizilor si a dreptului la libera exprimare. Te duci intr-o bodega din centrul vechi si auzi indivizi discutand peste o bere despre ipocrizia societatii in care traim. Discutia lor oarecum importanta si care in alte conditii le-ar arata iesirea din turma, ii trimite inapoi datorita actiunilor lor. Stau la o bere deci participa voluntar in sustinerea ipocriziei pe care o blameaza.
Eu nu imi permit sa spun ca societatea este ipocrita fara a recunoaste ca si mie mi se poate adresa acelasi apelativ. Dar recunosc ca societatea in care traim cu totii promoveaza niste valori indoielnice si sustine masti.
Societatea nu trebuie carpita, nu merge atitudinea aceasta. O lege noua si un nou fond pentru pensii nu o sa inlature ipocrizia in care ne scaldam zi de zi.
Ar fi superb daca as putea sa pun societatea la zid si sa ii trag un glont in cap.

Despre povesti

Am nevoie de povesti…. Ma hranesc cu ele. Imi hranesc masinaria interioara, masinaria ce ma ajuta sa creez la randul meu povesti. Am nevoie de povesti asa cum orice fiinta are nevoie de hrana, hrana care este consumata, transformata in energie si energia respectiva consumata la randul ei pentru orice proces ce tine organismul in viata. Povestile ma tin in viata … le consum pentru a ajuta masinaria numita “imaginatie” sa creeze altele ce urmeaza la randul lor a fi consumate … si astfel un cerc vicios este aproape inchis. Povestile ma tin in viata …