Subject 1:
The majority. What we all want to rebel against. What we think we are rebelling against. How we become labelled as 'rebels'. Without a majority would there be anything to rebel against? If each seperate idea had an equal number of followers would rebellion cease to exist? Do we rebel just to rebel, not to actually prove or change anything? If enough people rebelled against the majority to equal the number of the supporters of the majority, does rebellion become the majority? Just some questions to think about, however, not the topic of this post.
It is unthinkable what kind of power the majority has over one person. They can make you feel and do outrageous things without you even being conscious of it. If they tell you something long enough you start to believe in it. If you have been taught something your whole life, it will take a lot of bond dissociation energy (little chem for you) to seperate yourself from it. While this is a huge problem with early education, it is also something that can be pushed onto you at any age. Personal experience has showed me just how much power the majority has over your mind. After being told how to feel and talked to endlessly about it, I had actually started to believe that what they were saying was true. Only until after I saw through these people, sorted out these heroes and thieves if you will, did I realize just how ridiculous the situation actually was and decide that what they were saying was not true at all, that I truley did not feel this way, and now my life is a lot less confusing and stressful.
Subject 2:
Codename: RUNNING
For the ideas in this post, I give partial credit to Gabe. Without whom, I wouldn't have even been running in the first place. The whole idea of running as a 'codename' is completely his.
The running community can no doubt connect to this, all others approach with caution and an open-mind.
Running after school today with Gabe has given me a new insight to the wonderful sport of which we both share and love. Insight that undoubtely has always been there but can now be put into words. Running is more than just moving your legs. Running brings inner peace. It connects together your feet and your breath in beautiful synchronization. Running is actually a codename for something deeper, much deeper than most people who don't run would ever expect. Running is a codename for the contemplation of the meaning of life. It brings with it a greater understanding of your mind, your soul, and what your body can do in a physical sense. Running with other people connects you together in ways that cannot be done doing anything else. It allows you to see people for who they really are, get inside their minds, and really get to know them. Running brings you closer to nature (if your doing it the right way-outside), even in an urban area, it brings you down to the environment in new, beautiful ways.
At the beginning of this month, an olympic runner named Ryan Shay collasped and died 5 miles into the olympic marathon trials. Shay was diagnosed with a larger than normal heart when he was 14 years old. This made him a very good distance runner, but also caused his death. We would like to send out our sympathy. RIP. But also make note that Shay died doing what he loved, and that running (contemplating the meaning of life), and no doubt found it before he died.
Subject 3:
This subject is in response to the US History class we had today. In the sense of this blog, we bring about social terrorism. With society at an all-time low, any sort of change is welcome or needed. Are we trying to start a revolution; no, absolutely not, at least not anything that nobody else has tried to do before. We are just expressing ourselves, and writing to entertain and help our friends and peers understand things the way we see it. Slightly shifting the status quo, slightly picking apart the mainstream by making them conscious is only what we can dream of doing, we are not naive to the fact of the unlikelihood of that happening.
26.11.07
The Majority/Codename: RUNNING/Social Terrorism
21.11.07
Gravity
Gravity. Scientifically, it is the force keeping us on earth. Scientifically, nobody cares. But rebels have spun this physics lesson into philosophical "gold".
Gravity. Without it, what would happen? What would be holding us down? If gravity ceased to exist, then we'd float away. We'd float away, far away, from the system. We'd no longer be glutons off of society's junk food. Freedom would shine among the stars and encompass all. Gravity is The Man.
Once upon a time, I was preforming in a play. I love the Theater. I devour the stage, breathe the lights, and dream in the comfort of velvet curtains. It is my home, my life. However, on show night, I was down. Nothing in particular was wrong, but nothing was right. I was doing a play-great!-but passion was strangled by society's clutter. Life was full of empty calories, and it ached.
I was about to float away. Leave everything-the good, the bad, and the stupid. But some force held me down. It held me down, and it directed me to the stage. And, as the show went on, I was pulled close and closer to earh's true core. I had been drifting through space, away, far away, from where I belonged. I'd lost sight of home and couldn't return...but then, I entered its orbit, and came down to earth.
Philosophical "gold" can go to philosophical hell. Thank God that you can always come home; Thank God for Gravity.
18.11.07
Basquiat
Jean-Michel Basquiat is one of my favorite artists. I just absolutely adore his work. Just thought I'd like to share. I find it extremely aesthetically appealing and I don't really know why.
17.11.07
Consuming the Ego
The ego. Mankind's conspiracy against itself. It subjects you and your sense of personality to be shaped by outside sources. While important for inspirational purposes, these sources can easily corrupt and munipulate your ego. Your sense of identity has vanished, your individuality has been stolen, your personality has changed without even being conscious of it. We exist in each others minds, thinking the same thoughts, using mind control to get what we need. By living ordinary, mundane lives we are subjecting ourselves to real danger without even knowing it. The danger of identity theft, the worst kind of extortion.
We deal with this theft in one shallow way. Consuming. We reaffirm our sense of identity by becoming overly materialistic. We feel we can stave off death itself through work and personal property. We buy products to express our fake personalities. Products that fit into the labels and stereotypes society has given us after stripping away what was already there. We submit ourselves to these objects, truly believing this is who we are and developing the fake personality to match it. Identity theft.
14.11.07
On Beauty
Are inner-beauty advocates only skin-deep?
An insecure teenage girl is scolded for obsessing over her looks. She's fat. She's mishaped. She's ugly...or so she thinks. In confusing and vunerable times, all she wants in acceptance. She's facing obstacles on a journey that has no map, no guide, and seeningly no hope. For facing flaws, "higher-minded" citizens will refuse to acknowledge that this girl is "beautiful".
Yet, when an immaculate rose springs from the ground, what's praised first? Beauty. How the blossoms are members of a complex, vivacious environment is ignored. How roses are part of the great cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth is suddely, shockingly secondary. Beauty is obvious and easy; it catches everyone's eye.
Does that leave all champions of inner gorgeousness to be condemned as liars, as mock beacons and false friends? For refusing to recognize beauty in the inwardly imperfect, but readily praising nature's supermodels, are they damned to philosophical hell?
Outer beauty, like certain skills and talents, is a child of nature. The flora and fauna were turning heads long before humans crept from the mud. However, beauty is one of the many victims of our corruption. Any practiciality or inspiration it held was buried. Today, we are meant to gaze at the grave's surface, mourning for something we will never know.
But, as the black tide recedes into the sea, resilient creatures linger on the shore. They will hear the bell. They will hear the passionate chimes, crying, "I'm alive! I'm alive!", and start digging.
13.11.07
Self-Reliance
We have kind of an influential crush on Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of everyone of its members."
