Only through a mixture of staggering inventions does the most abhorred concept in the modern human’s mind come to be. In that way, paperwork is truly remarkable in its capacity to show a person what's wrong with what we've become as humans. It demonstrates that for humanity, every effort, action, intention, disposition or contemplation had to be in cellulose and ink, signed and stamped, sent and paid for to be considered valid. Now paperwork has become partly electronic, but only barely, and even if it did completely, it would still be an excruciating task. Despite all that was wrong with it, the sole reason why it was so unnerving was
Philosophy vs. Axioms by taciturnmadness, literature
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Philosophy vs. Axioms
Many reasons and evidence exist that disprove (or perhaps, make improbable)the existence of God (Note: God not a god, referring to the dieties currently worshipped in religions not to the existence of a supernatural or natural driving force). These pieces of evidence have different nature. I think of it as three different "categories." There's the logical, the scientific, and the philosophical, in order from simplest to most complex. The logical one points out contradictions such as: "If God loves all, then why is there a hell?" among others. The scientific one consists of reasonable observations of the universe that oppose the ideas of relig
Once upon a time, a princess was born. Upon her birth, she was praised by father and mother's subjects as a miracle, became the nation's youth, and was envied by little girls in both her nation and the world. She lived, doing nothing but sitting on her entitled, monarchic ass until the age of 21, when she married another high and entitled nobleman. Their marriage blossomed wonder in the hearts of all through an unnecessary display of ridiculous tradition. However, the newly wed couple, who had maintained no more than three conversations, of which two could be defined as pleasant, only encountered silent despair. They kept sitting on their ass
Ah religion, what a lovely turd to bring up in any conversation. I've wondered why religion is such a big issue and have concluded that it has become a war, a special kind of war. Before I go into that, let me tell you about my beliefs.
Living in Colombia, a nation with an active concordat with the Vatican (i.e. a treaty that binds the nation with the catholic church), I spent my early years being a catholic. Probably when I was ten or eleven, I started to have some doubts about this belief system. I became agnostic and eventually a deist, name which I came to know thanks to another deviant. It basically works like this: I believe there is a
Searching meanings. by taciturnmadness, literature
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Searching meanings.
Searching meanings is a task some assign themselves. This ends up in either big disappointment for not finding the meaning(s) they were looking for, or a sense of superiority becuase now they know the meaning of everything. Of course, said sense of superiority is based on the false assumption thet they did actually find them but this arrogance is so strong that they start preaching these erroneous meanings. Unfortunately, many (if not all) religions start like that. However, this essay is not meant to go further on the subject. What I'm saying with this is: When searching for absolute meanings, you can't be truly succesful.
Ignorantly, peopl
Naivete, what it means and how we grow up by taciturnmadness, literature
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Naivete, what it means and how we grow up
Before anything, I'd like to clarify that what I mean by saying "what it means" is a definition and what it implies". With that cleared out, let's start out with it's etymology; It comes from the word "nātīvus" which means "native". So you could say that when somebody has naive thoughts, said thoughts are like those of man in his purest form, unsuspecting, and relaxed. Naiveté is mainly attributed to children, who trust everyone indiscriminately. Eventually they grow up and slowly (or in some cases very quickly) get a grasp of the grim world we live in and start suspecting of people's intentions. Those few who remain naive until lat
Altruism...how paradoxical. by taciturnmadness, literature
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Altruism...how paradoxical.
Altruism is the quality of being selfless and working for your peer's well-being rather than your own. Where does the paradox lie? It can be found on our current perception of who is altruistic and who isn't. When asked to name an altruistic person, whomever was asked will surely name somebody who falls within the two categories I am about to describe. The first is the "passive" kind, who are the billionaires and millionaires that donate millions of dollars to some foundation. The second type are the "active" ones who would be, for example, a man who pushes a woman out of the path of a speeding truck exposing himself to damage. Both kinds pre
An essay about the most misunderstood concept ever by taciturnmadness, literature
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An essay about the most misunderstood concept ever
When you read the title what was your guess? Well, what the title refers to isn't a concept that is commonly described as misunderstood, but always as undescribable. People think that there isn't really anything to understand and if so, whatever this may be is not concrete. So they are very capable of discriminating when the concept is applied here or not. Based on what you ask? On all the ideas other humans and the media put on them. If everybody tells you it's this way, why question it, being such a subjective topic, you probably won't get anywhere right? Wrong, there's more than enough evidence to prove that what you have been brought up t
Only through a mixture of staggering inventions does the most abhorred concept in the modern human’s mind come to be. In that way, paperwork is truly remarkable in its capacity to show a person what's wrong with what we've become as humans. It demonstrates that for humanity, every effort, action, intention, disposition or contemplation had to be in cellulose and ink, signed and stamped, sent and paid for to be considered valid. Now paperwork has become partly electronic, but only barely, and even if it did completely, it would still be an excruciating task. Despite all that was wrong with it, the sole reason why it was so unnerving was
Philosophy vs. Axioms by taciturnmadness, literature
Literature
Philosophy vs. Axioms
Many reasons and evidence exist that disprove (or perhaps, make improbable)the existence of God (Note: God not a god, referring to the dieties currently worshipped in religions not to the existence of a supernatural or natural driving force). These pieces of evidence have different nature. I think of it as three different "categories." There's the logical, the scientific, and the philosophical, in order from simplest to most complex. The logical one points out contradictions such as: "If God loves all, then why is there a hell?" among others. The scientific one consists of reasonable observations of the universe that oppose the ideas of relig
Once upon a time, a princess was born. Upon her birth, she was praised by father and mother's subjects as a miracle, became the nation's youth, and was envied by little girls in both her nation and the world. She lived, doing nothing but sitting on her entitled, monarchic ass until the age of 21, when she married another high and entitled nobleman. Their marriage blossomed wonder in the hearts of all through an unnecessary display of ridiculous tradition. However, the newly wed couple, who had maintained no more than three conversations, of which two could be defined as pleasant, only encountered silent despair. They kept sitting on their ass
Ah religion, what a lovely turd to bring up in any conversation. I've wondered why religion is such a big issue and have concluded that it has become a war, a special kind of war. Before I go into that, let me tell you about my beliefs.
Living in Colombia, a nation with an active concordat with the Vatican (i.e. a treaty that binds the nation with the catholic church), I spent my early years being a catholic. Probably when I was ten or eleven, I started to have some doubts about this belief system. I became agnostic and eventually a deist, name which I came to know thanks to another deviant. It basically works like this: I believe there is a
Searching meanings. by taciturnmadness, literature
Literature
Searching meanings.
Searching meanings is a task some assign themselves. This ends up in either big disappointment for not finding the meaning(s) they were looking for, or a sense of superiority becuase now they know the meaning of everything. Of course, said sense of superiority is based on the false assumption thet they did actually find them but this arrogance is so strong that they start preaching these erroneous meanings. Unfortunately, many (if not all) religions start like that. However, this essay is not meant to go further on the subject. What I'm saying with this is: When searching for absolute meanings, you can't be truly succesful.
Ignorantly, peopl
Naivete, what it means and how we grow up by taciturnmadness, literature
Literature
Naivete, what it means and how we grow up
Before anything, I'd like to clarify that what I mean by saying "what it means" is a definition and what it implies". With that cleared out, let's start out with it's etymology; It comes from the word "nātīvus" which means "native". So you could say that when somebody has naive thoughts, said thoughts are like those of man in his purest form, unsuspecting, and relaxed. Naiveté is mainly attributed to children, who trust everyone indiscriminately. Eventually they grow up and slowly (or in some cases very quickly) get a grasp of the grim world we live in and start suspecting of people's intentions. Those few who remain naive until lat
Altruism...how paradoxical. by taciturnmadness, literature
Literature
Altruism...how paradoxical.
Altruism is the quality of being selfless and working for your peer's well-being rather than your own. Where does the paradox lie? It can be found on our current perception of who is altruistic and who isn't. When asked to name an altruistic person, whomever was asked will surely name somebody who falls within the two categories I am about to describe. The first is the "passive" kind, who are the billionaires and millionaires that donate millions of dollars to some foundation. The second type are the "active" ones who would be, for example, a man who pushes a woman out of the path of a speeding truck exposing himself to damage. Both kinds pre
Escucharon que baila en la luna llena, pero ¿saben quién es?
Si recogen murmullos bajo los tejados quizás lo intuyan,
pero callejuela tras callejuela corren rumores,
y el silencio no traiciona nada.
Quedan pendulares las quemas de brujas, ¿la conocen?
Sé que dicen que corre con los lobos.
Sé, que no deja huellas en el pasto.
¿Quién es?
¿Quién es, si de día se enrosca bajo las hojas,
y de noche se despliega como flor de un día?
Será una sílfide, la Diosa de la Luna.
Diana, Andrómeda, la Vía Láctea.
Será, será, se
desde que recuerdo, llueve.
Es una lluvia espesa con olor a pantano, que cae desde nubes grasosas y permanentes. Lo único que no se lleva el agua es el vaho a cocodrilo que sube, reptando sigiloso, por entre los sarmientos de la enredadera; y todo es de un gris verdoso, monocromatísimo, color veneno.
Desde que recuerdo estoy encerrado en esta cabaña enmoheciente.
Los tablones se van pudriendo día tras día: todo es corrosión, monotonía, lluvia. Ensayo mi voz - sonidos huecos. Todo se desvanece detrás del crepitar de las gotas; tip, tip, tip, silencio. El vacío que se expande. Palpi
The room is covered in dust, the dim light barely sheds enough of its entity to give the room a distinct color, the room has a sense of heat with a damp foggy feel as if walking through mist, you take in a breath tasting the dryness of the dust but feeling the humidity, the room smells like a summers garden despite the dead flowers that sit on a neat end table, as you take a step into the room your feelings change, your body is cold yet small beads of sweat roll down your silk smooth skin, the air seems to pull the hairs from your body and stand them on end, you take another step, the room seems outraged, the door slowly and gently slides clo
They made pride illegal.
We laughed, at first. Of course there was the initial panic, as there is about anything being made illegal. How can you make something so natural to humanity illegal? It seemed ludicrous. But the new government flexed its muscles and threw a few people into the camps-- good people, people who stood up for the rights of others. We never saw them again. The movements went underground.
It was an attempt to turn us into grey people, the new revolutionists whispered. Take away the things that make us distinct, and you take away who we are. And it worked, this attempt. The unimportant people stopped wearing symbols of thi
Stereotypes are foul things. They degrade; they upgrade; they bring pain; they bring comfort. But above all else, they breed ignorance. The underdog always wins. Non-whites are unintelligent, excepting Asians. Nerds are losers, but will one day rule the world. The poor are lazy and unproductive. Politicians are all sleazebags. The list goes on and on and on. All stereotypes manage to accomplish is to establish prejudice. If one sees a homeless person sitting on the street, begging for money, one instantly assumes that he'll spend it on drugs and alcohol and that nasty gambling habit of his. Feed his family? Homeless people don't have families
Since the beginning of civilization, mankind has dreamed of Utopia. We have all heard the tale of the mythical Atlantis, where lifespans lasted centuries and technology was advanced beyond imagination.
But, oh, how far we are from that dream.
The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, and, between the two, the middle class is being torn apart. Jobs are scarce. Pollution is rampant. Infrastructure is collapsing. Education is stagnating. Society is dying. So different it is from the future we were told of.
We have all been told at some point in our lives of a future of shining cities, endless peace, and technologies that se
Naivete, what it means and how we grow up by taciturnmadness, literature
Literature
Naivete, what it means and how we grow up
Before anything, I'd like to clarify that what I mean by saying "what it means" is a definition and what it implies". With that cleared out, let's start out with it's etymology; It comes from the word "nātīvus" which means "native". So you could say that when somebody has naive thoughts, said thoughts are like those of man in his purest form, unsuspecting, and relaxed. Naiveté is mainly attributed to children, who trust everyone indiscriminately. Eventually they grow up and slowly (or in some cases very quickly) get a grasp of the grim world we live in and start suspecting of people's intentions. Those few who remain naive until lat