Uber and Strangers Are Dangerous For Your Health?

I’d used Taxi one or twice in my life before the Uber revolution had come about.  To say the very least, my experience with Taxi service wasn’t good since I got overcharged and whatnot.  Nonetheless, recent news on people either got killed or had gotten into a violent skirmish when using Uber make Taxi service seems like an angel to me.  What had gotten into people nowadays?

I fail to understand why people think it’s a good idea to let a stranger drives you around.  We teach kids not to talk to strangers and here as the adults, we let strangers drive us around.  When the kids actually avoid strangers, they actually make more sense than the adults.  Do you think everyone is an angel or something?

I think public driving service like Uber needs to force Uber drivers to install cameras everywhere in their car to help the authorities figure out what may cause harm to both the passengers and the driver.  You never know another ugly incident would occur and the result could be another death of somebody you may know.

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R.I.P Prince

Today is my first time listening to Prince’s music.  I’d heard of his name before, but rarely looked his music up.  Unfortunately, it took the news of his death that I now have begun to see what his music is like.

Checking out Prince on Spotify at the moment.  I’ve heard couple songs so far, and his songs are pretty good and decent.  Someone online said he’s also a very accomplished guitarist, and I respect that a lot.  For an example, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, is one of his songs that I’ve heard and liked.

According to Yahoo, Prince found dead in his home/recording studio at age 57.  People think he got a flu of sort a week ago, but he got rushed to the hospital very recently.  His fans are surely going to miss him.

Source:  https://www.yahoo.com/music/legendary-artist-prince-found-dead-57-172005660.html

Death Is An Illusion

String theory is a complex subject, and I’m not sure I would care to understand it at all.  Nonetheless, one memorable thing I’ve remembered of string theory is that the theory has mentioned how the string would vibrate.  What on earth is a string theory?  Like I said, it’s scientific, theoretical stuff, but scientists have been studying and forming and shaping this theory to try to explain the physics of the universe that we’re living in.  Regardless what a string theory is about and how grand it is, I’m not going to talk about it in this blog post beyond what I’d already mentioned of it.  Instead of talking about the string theory, I like to talk about the vibration.

What on earth?  Let me assure you, we’re not living on Mars.  I had this eureka moment today on vibration, and I was so excited.  I’m still excited about this whole eureka moment on vibration.  Instead of trying to be all that scientifically sound as in string theory, my idea of vibration is that even in death, death is vibrating.  Let me expand this a little more before you even know what I’m trying to get at.

Before you even open your eyes in the morning, in sleep you breathe and snore.  You’re vibrating pretty much in sleep!  The rhythmic breathing you breathe in sleep vibrates for life.  As you open up your eyes in the morning, the sunlight (daylight or any sort of artificial light) vibrates for your eyes, and you see life.  The molecules within your morning coffee vibrate for your taste.  The sounds that you hear from the wind, trees, birds, and whatnot vibrate for your hearing (ears).  Even the symbolic smell of happiness vibrates for your successful, gratifying life.

When you see someone is passing away, you would think in death the decease would cease to vibrate.  That is not the case at all.  In death, the decease’s body would have experienced countless vibrations that dictate how a body would be decomposed.  Even when someone cremates the decease, the decease’s ashes would vibrate to keep the ashes in the ash form.  Tiny atoms that make up a single grain of ash vibrates throughout, keeping the memory of a decease alive in life.  Death is an illusion to life, because even death is alive (vibrating) when dying.

It’s common sense, scientifically or not, that tells me everything is vibrating in the universe we’re living in.  It’s common sense, scientifically or not, that tells me nothing is truly dead (not vibrating).  When something is truly dead, it won’t vibrate at all.  Nonetheless, I’m not sure you can find something that is not vibrating.  Simply put, our universe’s dictionary does not have a word for non-vibration or lifeless.  Simply put, from the thought of non-vibration, we’re already propagate the vibration of life.  Perhaps, thinking very deep to the point of confusing oneself, string theory, indeed, is onto something, right?

Alice Would Know?

Just another essay I had written on the question of life and death.  Enjoy!!!

Dark, uncomfortable thought entered my mind.  It was not earth shattering thought, or the end of the world kind of thought.  Nor it was personal or a cry out for help of sort at all.  Nonetheless, it was a thought of being just another human being.  I bet at least once in our lifetime that most of us have thought of death.  Yes, this word, death, isn’t everyone’s favorite word.  It’s a mother of all disgusted kind of words since who would want to leave life for death unless one is very troubled within.  Nonetheless, since the dawn of human time, who had ever escaped death?  Sure, there were legends that some beings had escaped death through various means; resurrection as one example of such means… but really?  Instead of believing a fairy tale, we know very well that if we aren’t the stuffs of a legend we are sure to have an expired date for each and everyone of us.  The expired dates for all of us won’t be the same, but nonetheless they are ticking down regardless… till time will really run out and that’s that for us being a human.  It’s not like time will run out for the world, but time sure will run out for each of us as our specific expired date counts toward that expiration.  An expiration of being a human, and what comes after would be death.  A cold corpse that lies underneath the soil, rotten away as the bugs gnaw at the corpse’s once precious, silky, smooth skin.  Everything would be rotten in the end.

I know not how a story would end for you or me.  Nonetheless, I do know that all of our stories would have an ending.  It’s unavoidable that there was preordained end to a story of being me or you, but how such a preordained ending would turn out is not something you and I would know unless you or I — are/am is arrogantly enough to think writing our own story is just a trivial task.  Not to belittle your arrogant spirit or my own, the truth is that writing one’s own story is easy to be said than done.  Just for an example, one would thought that one could carry out a morning routine as planned, but there would always be something that would slightly steer a morning routine off course.  Only the lucky fews could be arrogantly guessed right how their story would unfold till the very end.  Would that be fun for such lucky fews?  I do not know, but would you want to know how your story would unfold to the very end?

Some people’s endings could be laughable with laughters, not to mock but to reminisce the good old time.  Some people’s endings were meant to be celebrated in silence for they were respectable ones who had lived among us.  Some people’s endings were so terrible that their endings deserved to be forgotten forever and never to be spoken again from anyone’s tongue, but such endings could never be forgotten since they were too terrible to be locked away.  How Hitler had killed himself on his last day, well at least that was what I had learned of his ending, deserved to be retold, again and again, as a lesson for newer generations to learn that being ruthless dictatorship might deserve a very bad ending.

I do not know how yours or mine would unfold, but I do know each of us will have an ending to be told.  How do you like your to be told?  How do I like mine to be told?  To be honest, I like to imagine my own ending will be a joyous, respectable, and glorious one, but as the story goes, one can never know where the rabbit hole ends or how deep it is… one just has to go through it to know what lays at the end.  Alice would know?