Stupid Theory Tries To Claim Terracotta Army Was Inspired By Greece

Recently, there is this stupid theory tries to claim Terracotta Army that guards Chinese first emperor’s afterlife got inspiration from Greece.  Even now I think it’s really a lame theory, border beyond jokes.  Whoever repeats this theory in my eyes is the stupidest person on earth.  You know the chance for the right person with the right knowledge to transfer such inspiration from the far flung West to far flung East — in the ancient time in which traveling from one neighboring country to another was so difficult — is slim to nil.  Even the Romans themselves much later couldn’t even meet up with the Chinese.  Yet here we have a stupidest theory on earth, with no evidence whatsoever, suggests that an ancient person from Greece traveled to China to spread an art form in which inspired the Terracotta Army.  As if it’s a blaspheme for another region on earth to create beautiful art, because there should be none other than the West that could come up with such an art form.  Furthermore, how stupid can you be to not see that replicating a real life size figure is not that hard.  After all, you got a real soldier in real armor and weapons in detail, how hard is it to not be able to replicate such figure into art form such as life size figurine creation?  If Greece was the inspiration, why Greece didn’t have the Terracotta Army themselves?  When you look at Greece’s ancient sculptures, these figures got naked bodies and such — emphasizing masculinity.  When I look at Terracotta Army figures, I see soldiers in ancient Chinese uniforms with Asian characteristics, and these figures don’t look like the Greece’s ancient sculptures at all.  I guess the people who suggest the theory I’m bashing of are the people who are too stupid to even imagine that another human being could come up with similar art form.  Enough rant, because even I feel stupider for trying to defend the truth from such an idiotic theory.  Check out the video right after the break if you brave enough to get a dosage of stupidness.

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The Process (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!

Everybody, young and old,
eventually, embraces the darkness,
where the void would greet,
with an eternity which would last,
to when nobody would know,
till now nobody has ever awoken,
from a forever last eternity,
to tell the tale of the forgottens.

Why bother with the fear of the darkness,
when one could enjoy the light to the fullest,
while one can breath in the delight of everything,
so one can feel the wakefulness of every fiber,
this is when one knows it doesn’t matter,
when such a day one has to be greeted by a void,
where light would go out forever,
because one has already been shone upon by light.

When It Starts To Crack (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!

Something is so shiny and translucent,
brittling to the point of shattering,
yet holding together so tightly, so glittery,
brightly so in creating some reflections,
sometimes it rather lets things to shine through,
uncompromisingly proving to be glittery still,
a ceiling of this could not be shattered,
hanging too tightly together as tough as steels,
as the sunlight slips through the silky mass,
splashing a golden surface among the shadows,
though it is glittery and slippery and shatter-easy,
it’s a unit of strength which stands among the giants,
only when the components within the unit show cracks,
it is when the ugliness begins to grow onto the surface,
breaking away what once was gravity defying act,
which had held the impossible together,
thus the slippery slope begins the sliding path,
down back to earth where worms squirm in all directions,
trying to gnaw into the once smooth glittery surface,
more ugly cracks begin the madness,
pushing the sadness to a new level,
once a mirror, a glass to let sunlight through,
now it is lying, shattering on the damp, darken ground.

Green Men In The Saucers (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!

Out there a little green man,
with a space binocular he probes,
down onto earth he probes,
so he could see what we are up to.

Such imagination we have,
here on earth we hope,
somebody out there in space,
would give us a creep.

So keep on looking up,
into the stars we’re searching,
just for anything would give us the creep,
anything would exorcise our loneliness.

Perhaps we should think again,
maybe we’re just keeping up with the programs,
as machines crank away,
green men warmly smile at their marvels.

Green men don’t even know,
how smart their machines have become,
for now they’re looking for their creators,
so called green men in the saucers.