The voices in the night
Words can save us; at least, so I hope.
Ho. Pe.
Horcrux? Pensieve?
Is everything in my life all tying together now?
Kind of like Harry's. As he turns the stone over thrice, what is running through his mind? Unlike mine, he certainly no longer has fear and hesitancy, because he is ready to leave everything behind in order to step up and serve the greater good (too bad it's for the cliche reason of defeating Voldemort). Certainly this transition has been rushed a bit by Rowling, seeming more of a forced mechanical change than a genuine emotional enlightenment, but I'll have to accept it nevertheless. He is better than me.
The old professor dude from "I, Robot".
As he leaps out that window, he no longer has anything holding him back. He can still interact with the mortal realm through something very much like a horcrux or a pensieve, and that is the hologram that Will Smith picks up. So can I really be blamed for my hesitancy? I don't have a hologram. I don't have a horcrux. I don't have a pensieve. I am not ready to die.
Although, I still have my words... and I know this is the true reason I cannot make up my mind about college. Suddenly, a pursuit of computer programming, robotics engineering -- goals formed over the course of my entire life -- seems trivial; in fact, like child's play. What else are those fields but birthplaces of games and toys?
The greatest invention of mankind is not the internet, the computer, World of Warcraft, or even electricity. In my humble opinion, that is. Conspicuously, the internet helps -- a Livejournal blog, for example. What is the true essence running through and connecting the world? The WWW, radio waves, and any other wired or wireless media, are just that: media for this thing to pass through. A word.
What else can be matched in immortality? Civilizations rise and fall, but words are still passed down. Man lives and dies, but the human race is continuously refined in a process no other species can match. Sure, animals gorillas can use gestures and grunts to communicate basic ideas, but it is the art of language that gives true meaning to those body movements and sound waves.
On a personal note, the most unfortunate realization that comes from all this is that while I have discovered the method, I have not used it at all. What else can separate me from a deja vu decades and centuries from now, but the thoughts that I can leave behind to define at least a vague outline of a mind, a soul?
My technique is blunt and ogreish. I have jumbled masses whirling around and so far I've only untangled a single knot.
One of the few things in life I have become sure about besides the certain uncertainty surrounding death.
"It's not a war story. It's a love story."
Build me up, Buttercup, baby, just to let me down.
Ho. Pe.
Horcrux? Pensieve?
Is everything in my life all tying together now?
Kind of like Harry's. As he turns the stone over thrice, what is running through his mind? Unlike mine, he certainly no longer has fear and hesitancy, because he is ready to leave everything behind in order to step up and serve the greater good (too bad it's for the cliche reason of defeating Voldemort). Certainly this transition has been rushed a bit by Rowling, seeming more of a forced mechanical change than a genuine emotional enlightenment, but I'll have to accept it nevertheless. He is better than me.
The old professor dude from "I, Robot".
As he leaps out that window, he no longer has anything holding him back. He can still interact with the mortal realm through something very much like a horcrux or a pensieve, and that is the hologram that Will Smith picks up. So can I really be blamed for my hesitancy? I don't have a hologram. I don't have a horcrux. I don't have a pensieve. I am not ready to die.
Although, I still have my words... and I know this is the true reason I cannot make up my mind about college. Suddenly, a pursuit of computer programming, robotics engineering -- goals formed over the course of my entire life -- seems trivial; in fact, like child's play. What else are those fields but birthplaces of games and toys?
The greatest invention of mankind is not the internet, the computer, World of Warcraft, or even electricity. In my humble opinion, that is. Conspicuously, the internet helps -- a Livejournal blog, for example. What is the true essence running through and connecting the world? The WWW, radio waves, and any other wired or wireless media, are just that: media for this thing to pass through. A word.
What else can be matched in immortality? Civilizations rise and fall, but words are still passed down. Man lives and dies, but the human race is continuously refined in a process no other species can match. Sure, animals gorillas can use gestures and grunts to communicate basic ideas, but it is the art of language that gives true meaning to those body movements and sound waves.
On a personal note, the most unfortunate realization that comes from all this is that while I have discovered the method, I have not used it at all. What else can separate me from a deja vu decades and centuries from now, but the thoughts that I can leave behind to define at least a vague outline of a mind, a soul?
My technique is blunt and ogreish. I have jumbled masses whirling around and so far I've only untangled a single knot.
One of the few things in life I have become sure about besides the certain uncertainty surrounding death.
"It's not a war story. It's a love story."
Build me up, Buttercup, baby, just to let me down.