Recharging the batteries on the fast track.

All day, and often into the night I'm staring at my laptop or discussing brilliant (or not-so-brilliant) ideas. When I get home, my brain spins millions of ideas that frantically leap and spawn until I silently spill them into the recesses of forgetfulness with a wistful sigh. 

I got to thinking about the good old days, back when we were all going to be astronauts, firemen and doctors. Whatever happened to those impossible dreams and self-fulfilling stubbornness that would ensure their survival?  Does everyone grow up so quickly, or did I just take my time about it?  Where are the others that ignore the limitations and forge their own path to success?

I'm browsing the internet in a last-ditch attempt to get some sleep.  My mind is spinning with clutter. I feel out of touch with my generation. I've yet to meet "that person" in my generation with their life together, a steady job and a ticket to anywhere, and I've met hundreds of people since I moved out at the age of 19. We're forced to get smart in competing to be somewhere in life, because "better" doesn't cut it anymore.

It seemed to be hard to find someone to sip champagne and bubble concepts with, someone that hogs the couch and astounds me with their always brilliant, sometimes idiotic schemes and dreams, someone that's walking the same path between responsibility and exploration with a candid view on life, the universe and everything.

I long for a really good conversation. Not the typical, "hey, how are you" pleasantries but a witty banter that drifts through a dozen cups of coffee, and rides the waves of philosophy, theology, why blue is the best color ever and the 101 uses for soap. I'd love to sit across from a stranger and listen to the natural brilliance and beauty of an exciting, exotic life. I would be ecstatic to be dazzled, confounded and intrigued, and then I'd talk for a while, too.

Yet for all the stubborn resolve, the dreams and optimism, there are some things that just can't be forcibly found. Good conversation and breathing room are two of them. It takes the right setting, the right person, and the right moment to rock the world around you.

And so in the meantime I lay unclothed. I stare at the ceiling, neither tossing nor turning but struggling against the push of unfulfilled desires. The night drones on and my sleepless eyes blink once, twice, thrice.

Why "1+1=2"?

We come across many arguments that attempt to prove or disprove the statement 1+1=2. We can put away many of such attempts under the category called "Crackpot proofs".

Before going forward with any proof, we must ask what it means to say, "1+1=2".

The meanings of natural numbers are normally defined under what we call Peano arithmetic (PA). PA defines natural numbers in terms of five fundamental axioms:


1. 0 is a natural number.
2. Every natural number, n, has a successor s(n).
3. No natural number has 0 as its successor.
4. Every natural number has a unique successor.
5. The axiom of induction.

The statement, 1+1=2, is a direct interpretation of axiom number two. Therefore, it is not decidable (neither can be proved nor disproved) under PA. One can extend PA to argue about the validity of 1+1=2.

"Gone" is only another way to be elsewhere

I couldn’t speak because I feared my voice would betray me.

My thoughts were stalled because I became lost and couldn’t find myself.

My fingers were stilled and tears were faded.

I closed my eyes because I couldn’t face the glaring truth.

My breathing was slow but the air had become thin.

Enveloped in a shroud, I became my own ghost.

Self awakening

For awhile, reality was a beautiful dream.
After waking up, I still tried to live in the dream.
And when I realized it was just a dream,
Reality became one sour cruel bitch.

Definition

Confusion, a swirling mist of eternity, spiraling ever downward
Glued inside the chaos, I sit, contemplating, forcefully inclined
Seeking truth, thinking and yearning for what can be learned
for what can be taught
for what can be taken
Clarity is a joke, a laughter of concepts wearing a veil
I try to get to the bottom, swimming deep, minding my own business
But I am imposed upon by a not-so-self-evident spark
I control it
for I define it.

Poop and Education

Have you ever been to a public restroom where the toilet was left a disaster?

Can you imagine toilets that NEVER needed plunging? Or that NEVER needed a second flush? Did you know that's how they were invented to begin with, but due to the government creating laws just to hear the clicking sound of their pens, toilets can only legally use 1.6 gallons to flush? Originally they used 3.5 to 5 gallons. Preserving water? Clearly, no one is saving water when they must flush several times per visit to the porcelain throne. As a consequence of this law, toilets and bathrooms across America are far more disgusting and unhealthy than they need to be.

This is a perfect example of how the government creates laws supposedly to make something more efficient, but actually accomplishes the exact opposite. In fact, (this is an open challenge to any of my friends/stalkers to educate me) I cannot think of anything the government has involved themselves in and ultimately improved.

Can you imagine how great it would feel knowing that education in this country is getting better? That compared to the rest of the industrialized world the United States were gaining ground, rather than losing it?

Back in 2005, among adults age 25 to 34, the U.S. was ninth among industrialized nations in the share of its population that has at least a high school degree. In the same age group, the United States ranked seventh, with Belgium, in the share of people who hold a college degree. By both measures, the United States was first in the world as recently as 26 years ago. The Department of Education was formed in 1979. Our world-class education system managed to stay on top for only 4 or 5 more years and it's been in a free-fall ever since. Coincidence? How much longer are we going to lie to ourselves before we succumb to the truth?

People who speak against government interfering in our lives, in these circumstances, would ironically be labeled anti-environment, or anti-education. They'd be ridiculed mercilessly, if they couldn't be ignored. Absurdly enough, politicians campaign get elected on the premise that they will solve the problem by perpetuating it. Is that not the definition of crazy? When there's a direct unrelenting correlation between the scope of government interference, and the plummeting efficiency of whatever it is they've gotten their hands into, wouldn't the reasonable (ahem, sorry, don't want to offend anyone, let's say logical... no wait... umm, intelligent? Fuck it, BEST) thing to do is to abolish the cancer that is that particular government program?

The way we create and "solve" problems in this country makes about as much sense to me as a doctor prescribing cigarettes to a person dying of cancer. "Smoke two packs a day to make cancer go away."

Trying to educate my cat how to poop in a toilette was a complete failure.

I had a bad day!

Piercing through the clear endearing tears on mirrors
Terror invaders, soul kidnappers on the ceiling
Feeling lost, fears crossed, sky in search for light
Night of pain, trained my brain to chain my nerves
Serve them proud, free of cloud, I fly high in peace.

Our Universe

What if our universe really is a big holograph? Every existence, includes every single atomic nucleus, would be a part of the holographic universe. We'd be connected in every way.

What if there is another holographic universe out there watching us? When we die, does our soul stay in our universe or does it evaporate to another existence and be a part of their universe?

Matter is made of atoms and molecules that takes up space with its mass and volume. Do souls and spirits matter? Another words, do they exist?

Why do we recognize emotions? Emotions don't have mass, volume, nor space, yet we understand them. Are human brains capable of making up the non-existences?

Does that make us human a higher level of matter?