Evolution (Thought #10)

I haven't written in FOREVER, sorry. I got caught up in a lot of things in my life (yes I have one, surprisingly so).

Well, right to the point.

Our fears: they're what push us forward in life. Along with our wishes: but in the end, aren't our goals set in order to avoid our fears? For example: you want to write a book that will be huge, make you rich and famous. But isn't that simply to escape the void of the shadows and poverty? Isn't that because you want recognition instead of having people constantly underestimating you?

Now let's analyze our fears. Our fears are completely based on our fear of the unknown. Take any phobia, and you will find that it is all about the unknown. And, what do we do when we're afraid? Okay, we cower. But other than that, we may cover it up with a nervous laugh, a joke, or even icy stoicism. That is why we are a little ashamed to admit that we're a little bit intrigued by the spiritual world. "Demons? Balderdash. Afterlife? Psh. Spirits? Nah. Anything that could possibly throw off our sense of logic and defy the laws of physics? Never!" Now I am NOT talking about religion. I don't really believe in all that. I'm talking about spirituality. Now that, is an eventuality.

And here comes in the topic of psychics. They're infamous, and we ignore them, or, worse, shun them, or, even worse, "we believe in what they say." And by that I mean most believe that people who go to psychics are complete lunatics. But aren't they, too, trying to avoid their fears? Attempting to go to someone who could reassure them, relieve them of their doubts? Aren't they trying to get a glimpse of the future, to shine light in a realm where they only see shadows? Yes, they're just like you and I. Now let's see it from the perspective of those people with special abilities. First of all, they're kind of everywhere. Although you may not want to admit it, you obviously know at least one person that can do weird things, feel things you can't, have premonitions. Or better yet, you're like that. It's fine.

But. We don't really pay attentions to those abilities, but what if they were the omen of what is to come? A mirror of our fears? The key to evolution? What if the human beings that evolved into a new species were the ones who are "psychic," per se, the ones we're—afraid of? What if that was the reason we're afraid of them? Knowing that they will someday surpass us, be capable of things far beyond our primitive perceptions? Telekinesis, foresight, telepathy, bilocation... all those things clearly impossible according to the laws of physics might be possible to some people. So all those theories on evolution may be thwarted by the fact that they constantly follow science. But there has to be some intuition used there, and isn't that just something else we can't explain: intuition. How we can feel things before they happen, sense danger, read into people feelings before they talk. Some people call it survival skills, but I think there's more to it.

So what do you think? Is the next human species going to be a physically and intellectually different being or is it going to have an evolved version of our small "out of the ordinary" abilities?

What's next?

The Big Question (Thought #9)

Why?

The other day I was thinking about the morosity of the fact that life has no higher purpose than living. And even if it did, that purpose would achieve nothing. Well, I guess the purpose of life is the evolution of man and every individual so that humanity can make itself evolve and on and on in a loop. But even that has no higher purpose. And whatever the highest purpose is, it doesn't have a higher one. So here you go: we are stuck in a purposeless world by paradoxical situation. Lovely.

But that was the scientific way to see it. Think about it: the evolution of one throughout one's life is priceless. To me, a fulfilled life and a fulfilled individual is one who has acquired a full conscience of one's self and surroundings. It is when your understanding—not your knowledge—of yourself and other is at its greatest potential. Of course, some people say fulfilling a life is getting a Nobel Prize, or a Pulitzer Prize, or whatever prize you can think of, but what's the point if you're unhappy?

No, no, no, I say that since life has no purpose, we must make one, and we must make the best of life while it lasts. We don't live forever. Soon, we'll be able to (technology, just download yourself to another surrogate once you're too damaged) but imagine the number of people against the ethics of defying what life created? Whether you think it's defying God, or science, what it truly is defying is humanity. Personally, I think it's a great idea, because what if you want to enjoy life just a little longer? Although I'm getting off topic here. What I'm saying is we gotta make the best of what we're given. And the greatest gift we were given, apart from life, is each other.

What would man do if he was stuck in a non-societal world? We base almost all of our reactions on other human beings. Sometimes it's for a reputation or self-image, the standards people set, changing for the best, etc. Most of all, we learn lessons from each other. Humans are made to live in society, and thank God or whoever for all 7 billion other people on Earth. Although of course, there's the subject of overpopulation, which sucks, and hopefully we have a nice pandemic to deal with that.

Just kidding. Although we do need something. But that's not what I'm here to talk about (maybe later I'll talk about the ethical views of overpopulation).

The perfection of life is that we are unable to fathom life differently. What I mean is: nature is perfect. Things grow on their own, plants let us live and feed insects, insects feed birds, birds feed some animals, and all that food chain thing which is too long for me to write out. Everything works out perfectly. And the laws of physics are fascinating: gravity, heat=light, energy, speed... And although the presence of alternate dimensions is quasi-certain, we can't possibly imagine a world with different laws of physics or different nature or where the five senses are different. Of course, we can imagine minor differences (well, somewhat minor) like everything having two heads (thank you Family Guy) or gravity being much lighter or colors being different. I'm making a lot of lists today.

Anyways you get the point, I'm pretty sure there isn't much left to say at this level, so yeah.
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6th Dimension: Time (Thought #8)

Isn't time the most wonderful thing? Well, actually... isn't it kind of annoying? It slows down when you're bored, speeds up when you're stressed, and we all know it's relative but to what? It's a total (ahem, excuse my language) mindfuck, to think that you're working and time feels increasingly slow, and then you look over at the person next to you playing computer games and you think, "Right now, this moment is passing by impossibly quickly for them." You could almost say we constantly time travel back and forth: say that stressed out people live shorter lives, not in statistics (although that's true too) but that 50 years for them feels like 40 years for another person. Then again, people who read all day, or do nothing, or when they're sick, their 50 years could feel like 60 years to another. I don't even know what to say.

DALI—The Persistence of Memory.

Most confusing thing ever. It's completely (ahem) fucked up. Really. You have to admit, Dali represented time perfectly. It stretches to infinities but can fit in small spaces, yet it's so malleable, stretchy, but like a rubber band it can just snap back and whip your fingers. It's actually really frustrating. I don't really know why there's a dead tree in the middle of nowhere. Actually, I don't even care. This isn't the time for a Dali analysis.

So, time also has quite an effect on memory (another Dali reference, sorry...). Memories tend to exaggerate themselves as time passes, yet some details you can remember perfectly. Also, déjà vu. Okay, we all know (maybe not all of us) that the true reason for déjà vu is simply that the brain processes the current memory twice by accident. But if you want to look at the less scientific part of it, when you get a déjà vu, the first thing you immediately ask yourself is, "Wait. When could this possibly have ever happened?" and then the endless time-searching begins.

I could go onnn and onnnn forever about time. But, speaking about it, I'm running out of time and it's getting late. Maybe I'll update this into a more complete thought, later. Bye for now!

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Psychedelia (Thought #7)

In my previous post I said I would talk about psychedelic experiences, since they were somewhat related to adrenaline. So, here it is.

Getting high without drugs or alcohol is honestly quite simple, especially when tired. Very often it can be based on adrenaline, for example you can get high off of speed (not the drug, but going fast) and you might see a bunch of colors. There is a certain point you reach in adrenaline where you are on top of the world (I mentioned this earlier, just refreshing your memory ∑:3) and at this point you are ready to do anything.

It's like saying, "I'm psyched." Obviously this term comes from something, doesn't it? When you're excited, or extremely tired, you'll start goofing off and doing whatever you please. I guess it's a form of psychedelia, and we can almost get as stupid while in that state as if we were actually drugged. Some people also willingly put themselves in that state, through things like this or videos like the one below.

Once, I was exhausted and some idiot thought it was a good idea to tell me to watch psychedelic videos. I was fine, just practically hallucinating. Anyways, it turned out to be one of those experiences that are enjoyable, but not to be done again. I did have fun, but I'm pretty sure my mom won't ever look at me the same again after I pretended to be a plane :P

So, there you have it, psychedelia in full sight. Well, I'll say I didn't exactly do a profound analysis, it was more of a rant, but this is what goes through my mind, not what I write after 3 hours of research!

I'm actually glad I get more ideas now, I was a little dry which is why I didn't write for a while. So comment and follow, I'll write soon!

Adrenaline (thought #6)

THIS...IS...ADRENALINE

You know when you listen to that awesome music that uplifts your soul, or when you're about to cliff-dive, or when you're running, or fighting, or dancing, and suddenly...

You're on top of the world.

 Adrenaline, probably one of the best feelings on Earth—when self-esteem doesn't matter, and you're ready to face anything. Except homework :P

It opens the door to a whole new world, on the verge of a psychedelic experience (I will talk about psychedelia soon), a world where all laws are defied, where you're no longer yourself, and you can be anything.

Only problem with adrenaline is, when you're experiencing it you usually act and look completely ridiculous, either terrified or completely euphoric—it's one of those moments that you shouldn't look back on and criticize yourself.

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Adrenaline with friends, way more extreme than by yourself. It just makes you feel limitless, like you own everything, and in those moments, you really do.


I guess love is adrenaline too, right? You just get high on that person's presence, smell, voice, their eyes... But that's in between adrenaline and psychedelia.

So, I guess adrenaline tells you to never let go, because it's one of the best reasons to live, that moment where you feel like nothing can get the best of you. I got this idea when I got high off of this amazing dubstep music :) Props to primitivedubstep on soundcloud, sensational music, really.

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Friendship (Thought # 5)

I haven't written in FOREVER, so I'm really sorry X(

So, a thought today... the lamest sounding topic ever, but sincerely one of the best.
Friendship. There's so many different types and levels of friendships. There are some friends you truly love, with whom you share everything (or almost everything), even your deepest secrets. Not everyone has such a close friend, but most people find them eventually.

The best friend I have is back where I used to live, and I miss her like Hell... I feel really torn apart without her. I told her everything (almost :P), and still do when I can call her (which is about once a month :( ) and she told me everything. We were like twins, only we never fought. So, not everybody gets the chance to meet someone that special. I'm glad I did.

But here comes the analysis: there's a different type of friendship for everyone... every person has a different relationship to you, because we all appeal to one another differently. That is why the dimension of relationships is so complex and varied. It's like an intricate web of differently shaped fibers.

Even love in itself is different. Love to a mother is different from the love to a father, as it is different to a sister, brother, lover, friend. It is undescribable to men, yet so precise at the same time. It is just one of those things to which you can not give words, and maybe it is better off this way. It is the silence of unsaid things that makes them more beautiful, and sometimes the crudity of words only waste away the concept. That is why the words "I love you" don't mean as much to me as they should. They are either lies, or profound understatements, therefore I don't give them the value most people (actually, most girls) do.

In fact, the words "please be my friend" mean much more to me. "I love you" is so precise, so... crude. It does not have the deep meaning so many people give it. Whereas "please be my friend" opens up so many doors, so many moments together, so many memories just waiting to be created. It has a world of expectations, a future in front of it. Friendship is the diversity and the infinity of memorable times, of times spent with a loved one. That is my conclusion.


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Personalities (Thought #4)

Today I will talk about our different personalities. You know how that person you are at work is completely different from who you were in school, which is completely different from who you were at home with your parents, which is completely different from who you were at family meetings, which is completely different from who you were with your friends, which is completely different from— I could go on and on forever.

We have an innumerable amount of personalities; all of them add up to our general personality. Most people characterize each individual with one personality. That is wrong. If I had to describe myself for a school assignment, I'd say I am sociable, responsible, and smart. If I had to describe myself to friends, I would say I'm outgoing, sometimes funny, and I like to goof off even if I am trustworthy for serious matters. It's all a matter of perspective.

Who are you? Nobody can answer that with the simple template "I am [name] I like to [hobbies] I am [age] and I describe myself as [adjectives]." We could all talk for hours about who we are, not necessarily egotistically, but simply because we are complex beings.

Being put in different situations is often the cause of our difference in personalities; when going out to a restaurant you might dress up nicely not only for whoever you may be going with, but also to attract the public eye. It is not a matter of reputation or popularity, but rather an attention to detail and the wish for feeling appreciated.

Say you are a student, and you and your parents get in a fight in the morning, right before going to school. You may be boiling with anger and on the verge of tears, but often when at school and with friends the anger tends to evaporate and you revert to your regular, cheery self (or whoever you are in school).

Needless to say we are indescribably unique not because of our personality, but because of our personalities (and other things such as physical attributes). So if you happen to be bored, just make a list of the people you are, it could occupy you until you find something more interesting.

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Beauty (Thought #3)

Wow, I'm getting 2 deep thoughts in half an hour...hmmm
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Anyways so tonight I have a thought on the relativity of beauty. It's one of the reasons why since I realized there was such a thing as relativity of opinion, I thought everything that involved opinion judging was completely retarded. Example: the most beautiful woman of a country. Most annoying things I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I don't know why, it just really annoys me that the judging of about 50 people nominates one woman as the most beautiful person ever or whatever you want to call it.

Some people like plump women, some people like buff men, some people like anorexic individuals, some people prefer thin noses, fat lips, blue eyes, brown hair, pointy ears, gangly legs... Everyone has different preferences: that is why in society, not all girls are hooked up on this one guy/girl and not all boys are hooked up on this one girl/guy (well, except in middle/high school where stereotypes tend to rule). As we mature, we individualize from one another, and our opinions change.

And THAT is why I believe any contest of external appearance that ends up with one winner is entirely stupid, because everyone is beautiful in their own way (well, that's my opinion, I guess). Even a unanimous result doesn't mean anything. Three meager judges who generally all have stereotypical preferences (well, if they're judges in those types of contests) don't hold the whole world's opinion.

I'm not saying there aren't people who are beautiful in everyone's eyes. But a guy may be extremely good looking to everybody, yet that doesn't mean that everyone thinks he is so called "beautiful" (doesn't really fit a guy, but you get the point) because even if he looks good, it doesn't mean he's a good person—and sometimes even the inside can be reflected on the outside.

Don't get me wrong, I'm like any other teenage girl, I can spend hours on end gawking at guys saying "this guy looks good" and "this couple is cute" and "I'm so jealous" and all that lousy crap, but I won't put any importance into it—I'll enjoy being judgmental, but if I ever were to interact with those people I wouldn't put any of my opinions forth, especially if I don't know them.

I have plenty more to say, but for now I can't actually put it into words. Maybe I'll update this post, but I really want to post it tonight, so it won't be "perfect."
I have to sleep, I'm exhausted ( ≖‿≖)


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5th Dimension: Books (Thought #2)

Today I thought about the dimension of books. When you read a book, you always have a picture in your head. But if you try to picture the character's face, you just can't. It's like the idea of the characters isn't a sight, or a smell, or any sensory feeling, but rather a huge compilations of feelings intertwined with a vague image.

For example, if a character you liked turns out to be evil, your idea of him or her will completely change (even their imagery) and when you try to picture their face, it won't be different as an image but they will seem uglier anyways, or more sly looking (or however you imagine them to be.)

I don't know if it's like that for all people. For example, I can't ever get a clear idea of characters, but when I read the description of a place, I see it so clearly, I can smell the smells described, I can almost reach into my mind and touch it. I could even draw it. Places are inscribed in my memory, when I read.

How do you perceive events in books?

If you're a girl, you may be more likely to get dreamy about romantic situations, or if you're a boy, you may feel the rush of adrenaline in a fight scene (personally I feel both), however, although both those feelings seem so simple, they are quite fascinating: the fact that one could get such intense feelings at the sight of a mere group of words is in itself almost crazy.

Of course, there are more or less intense readers: people who love to read may have more intense feelings, and people who love to read AND read fast may have clearer images. I personally love to read and I do it extremely fast. Slower readers or people who dislike reading may get less into it and feel practically nothing—but generally, when you dislike reading, well... you don't do it. Seems obvious... (๏̯͡๏) 


I do often wonder how the brain is able to get such a powerful idea of what I'm reading. Maybe it's like dreams; apparently, (or so I read in a random article) dreams are hard to remember of because they aren't compilations of sights, sounds, smells, or any sensory feelings, but compilations of feelings (that's where I got the idea of what the mind's eye was... y'follow?). I haven't actually made any research for any of my blog entries and never will, because this isn't some documentation blog, but rather a blog where I express random ideas.

On a less scientific note: so far nobody's really read my blog, but it's a good way for me to express myself. I also really want to share my ideas with the world :) I'm trying to find a way to promote this so that more people will read it, but I was aiming toward a more general crowd, not necessarily people who know me... Oh well, this hopefully will turn out well.

If anybody reads this, could you tell your friends about it? I'd like to get more of an audience.

Thanks!
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4th dimension: Music (Thought #1)

Music is the door to another dimension. If I crank it up a little loud in my earbuds and I hear sounds from the dimension in front of my face, I feel like I'm not even there. Maybe the fifth dimension is music. Maybe when we all finally realize that, we'll see that it is why when we listen to music loud enough, we can feel others in the dimension, their feelings, their very cores... when I listen to music in that way I feel a presence, like a shadow is enveloping me, protecting and understanding me... Maybe others are feeling my pain, somehwere in the world. I can feel it. When I have my earbuds only in one ear it's like I'm torn apart in a strange way. I don't understand this dimension. But I will, soon enough, after enough thinking.
 

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Some people are deeply connected to music, especially during adolescence where the search for who you are can be helped with some truthful lyrics; meaning some people almost have a need to listen to music as often as they can. Therefore music can be categorized as some type of craving, almost like a drug. Now, there is an infinite number of musical categorizations; but I will start with the basics:

Orchestral music is something one might listen to in order to feel a connection between a human and an object (such as the connection of the player to his instrument), so one that might give some hope and perhaps some inexplicably deep feeling of intensity.

Film music, if you've seen the movie, is sometimes to remember some scenes in the movie—or simply to enjoy listening to the music from a different perspective than that of a viewer.

Recent pop: you know it, the latest hit that you've heard on the radio or on someone's iPod. That music generally transports you to one of two worlds: one where you find deep meaning in the lyrics (for example if it applies to your current situation) or one where you like the beat and the musicality of the song.

Dubstep sometimes tells a story (I know of a great user on SoundCloud called primitivedubstep) but lets you fantasize about what it could mean.

Technological music is more of a static genre—more repetitive, if you will—but it sometimes brings the listener into a trance that is almost psychedelic.

Reggae is a genre I am less familiar with. But it generally implies a fun atmosphere, usually bringing a relaxing, cooling feeling to the listener.

Rock usually holds a feeling of rebellion—either telling a past story of misery, or focusing on a longing to be free, or simply expressing rage or depression. It can have a very intimate feeling.

There are countless more genres—but I will stick to these for now. Many people discover themselves in music, I know I have.

This dimension was made for me to discover, and I intend to share it with the world. Which is why while writing this text I thought of starting a blog in which I would introduce my thoughts, however strange they may be...

Maybe books are a dimension, too... But I feel they are less intense than music. Maybe I'll write about it later.

Antemortem

Thursday, August 10th, 2011
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Introduction

First of all: I'm not your average girl. I'm gifted. I lived 7 years in France, moved to America for 5 years, and now I'm moving back to Paris. In France, I skipped 3 grades: kindergarten, 1st grade, and 3rd grade. I came to America, but with the difficulties of the level differences, I'm now coming back to France a grade lower than expected; so now I'm entering 9th grade; I'm turning 13 in February 2012.

I decided to make this blog as I was writing a thought I was having on my iPod about dimensions. It's hardly complete; I might spend some more time writing it up. I intended to make this blog to share some thoughts I have with the world—I often have these thoughts that seem to come out of nowhere, but when I tell people they generally find it interesting.

But of course I'm not all serious :P I'm generally really cheery and outgoing, most people find me funny, and although some people think that being gifted changes who I am, they're wrong: I've always been open to every point of view, and I do stupid things like everyone, and sometimes I'm random.

So this is an attempt at making a good blog. I hope you enjoy :)

Antemortem

Thursday, August 11, 2011
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