I know I’ve posted a lot of quotes of Albert Einstein, but I wanted to add this now, because it relates to reality more than many others. Many pupils have asked their teachers, ‘What can I use this for in reality?’, and just as often this has been asked, it haven’t been answered, which is why Einstein is correct. If a mathematic law is absolutely certain, it won’t refer to reality, but to the world of theoritic mathematics.

There’s a logical difference between logic itself and imagination. Logically we cannot travel to Paris or Tokyo in matter of seconds, but imagination can.

#4: The genuine life

February 17, 2008

I wish I was a strict person. Lover of the colour grey. Ordering myself around to clean up my room and do my homework right after school, but I’m not. I favour green, I like to cuddle with the mess and do my homework, when I feel like it. This is also the reason that I haven’t posted for a few days, regardless of the schedule. I want to post when I feel like posting. When I post an entry, I force myself to do so, and the result is not what it could have been if I waited.

I believe that everybody steal from others to create something new. A writer read books, gains inspiration from them, and then writes his own book. A musician don’t just start playing without hearing music on beforehand. One might ask, how did music start then? From nature. The birds sing, the river, sea and trees make noises. Somebody made an instrument, and started banging it in a rhythm. Then it expands exponentially.

The point of this weblog is not to create but compile a book of guidelines with meaning, and I write notes to them explaining why they’re true. This is a book I would want to be found if Earth was destroyed, and humans reborn. Perhaps they can find a purpose in life, to create a world, unlike ours, without chaos.

 

Where I used to live

This has variations too. “Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he’ll eat for the rest of his life”. “Give a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Put a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life”, etc.

To give a man something, it will last only short. Teach a man something, and it’ll last forever. We have no use for gifts, if we do not learn.

Something I never knew until recently, is that the typical question about a certain chicken walking across the road is actually a template to categorize your philosophy, policy or spiritual belief. A child might think that this question is asked to pass the time, but for philosophers this is humour.

I was looking for philosophies when I found a list of notable people answering the question. I tend to believe that it isn’t actually the people themselves answering, but those who studied their philosophy of life, because Buddha is there too. I picked out my favourites, all some that I agree with.

Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Jack Nicholson: ‘Cause it fucking wanted to. That’s the fucking reason.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T: If you saw me coming you’d cross the road too!
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

You can read the rest here.

I’d like to compare this quote to another; “When you come here, you need to know who you are” said by Michael Buckley. It’s taken out of context, but it can be applied to many things. It’s wise to know yourself and smart to know others.

* There’s many quotes that looks like this. Adjectives smart and wise are replaced by other words and some might have added more to the sentence.

Even if you loose and still see the battle as a victory, it will be. It’s only a matter of ignorance.

Beside the fact that I hate this song, the lyrics only make me angry. We have either two or three characters in the lyrics, there’s the boy, the father and perhaps the mother too. The father asks the boy to save the broken, the beaten and the damned, but the boy is such a wimp that he runs away with the excuse that he isn’t a hero and that he doesn’t care. That’s what make me angry. The song is inspirational if you listen to it, but not if you listen to the lyrics. I never actually listened to them until now, and this surprised me a lot.

There may be a fourth character – or a completely other character set. ‘She’ is supposedly the mother, but it may be some sort of deity that watches over the broken, the beaten and the damned. When the father/son thing is over, we switch over to a new main character that sings they don’t need a saviour, they’ll carry on and don’t care about this deity. Occasionally the boy comes back in and says that he’s not a hero.

This only confuses me to the point that the song makes no sense any more.

Welcome to the Black Parade

When I was
A young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said,
“Son when you grow up
Will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”

He said
“Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non believers,
the plans that they have made?”

Because one day I’ll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.”

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, “Son when you grow up
Would you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”

Sometimes I get the feeling
She’s watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.

Through it all,
The rise and fall,
The bodies in the streets.
And when you’re gone we want you all to know

We’ll Carry on,
We’ll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on

And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

A world that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all

So paint it black
And take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call

To carry on
We’ll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
You’re weary widow marches

And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me
Cause I could not care at All

Do or die
You’ll never make me
Because the world,
Will never take my heart
Go and try,
You’ll never break me
We want it all,
We want to play this part

I won’t explain
Or say I’m sorry
I’m unashamed I’m gonna show my scar
Give a cheer
For all the broken
Listen here
Because it’s who we are

I’m just a man,
I’m not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I’m just a man,
I’m not a hero
I don’t care

We’ll carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
You’re memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on

We’ll carry on

I believe Oscar Wilde has said what needed to be said.