Check out how a Shaolin Monk approaches life in general. I love it when I hear he says the middle way is not extreme left or right but a big circle in the video. He uses the example of eating meat as a monk is not OK when there is a vegetable, but he is practicing the middle way and so when he only has a choice of eating meat at the moment because someone offers him meat only — he would not deny since the animal is already dead. For example, this person would tell him that he or she could throw away the meat as waste if he isn’t going to accept it — thus he must do so since the animal is already dead. Moreover, he said that embrace change and middle way and do not stick to extreme concept since in life things are changing naturally and never stay the same, and by not saying eating meat is bad or eating vegetable only is bad — he is practicing the middle way by being a monk and yet he eats meat when a good samaritan is offering him meat only. So, looking at both extremes and yet don’t deny any and only do what is making sense at the moment could allow a person getting closer to the middle way.
Could it be that God truly exist? If God isn’t really existed then luck must be it that earth could actually harbor life! Our planet earth got really lucky in a way that it is not too close to the star (i.e., the sun) and it is not too far from the star either. Other dead solid planets are not so lucky as they located too far from their star or too close to their star, thus their surface would either boil or freeze to the extreme temperatures. Such extreme conditions would prevent life as we know it to exist. Of course, there would always be the exception, but such an exception would be nothing like us humans! Such aliens would not have any semblance to the traits that us humans are familiar with such as how life has existed here on earth.
I guess it’s safe to say that earth is either a miracle from God or it is truly lucky. As our advanced telescopes peer into the endless darkness in space, we have discovered so many solar systems and galaxies. Although we’ve found so many planets and stars and solar systems and galaxies, it seems the more we found the more we instill a belief in ourselves that we’re alone.
Through current scientific methods, we could only guess that there are some planets out there that could harbor life. Perhaps we think such planets are locating in the comfort zone of their solar systems, thus providing the chance that these planets could harbor water. Here on earth, life exists because of water. We’re thinking that water on other planets too may allow life to go through an evolutionary process — developing alien life in the process. Nonetheless, we could only guess and not so sure about our guess until we could deploy some sort of drones, robotics, and satellites to such planets. Even better, we could deploy humans to such planets!
Unfortunately, the solar systems and planets we think that could harbor life are way too far for earth’s current technology to reach. For an example, we could try to launch a rocket fuel vehicle toward Alpha Centauri system. According to Earthsky’s “How Long to Travel to Alpha Centauri?” article, it would take 78,000 years for our current rocket fuel vehicle to reach this space system. According to Wikipedia, Alpha Centauri System is the nearest star system to our solar system which is about 4.37 light years away from our solar system. So, it seems our current space technology is way too slow for space traveling because even the closest solar system would take 78,000 years for a human space vehicle to reach it.
At the moment we could not be sure if life is actually existing anywhere in space. We know for sure though life is existing here in our solar system because the earth is teeming with life. If we want to confirm that life is actually existing elsewhere we have to develop space vehicles that could travel much faster. Preferably, we want to develop space vehicles that could travel near the speed of light. Only then that we could travel to Alpha Centauri space system in 4.37 years or so.
What’s the point of my rant so far? Well, imagine an alien race that could be so advanced that their technology allows them to modify any space’s solar system to the way they like it. Imagine the ramification of such technology! Just imagine each planet and star like a pool ball on a pool table! Imagine a pool table’s holes are the black holes, and if each ball got too close it would fall into a pool’s hole. In reality, if a planet gets sucked into a black hole, it would be destroyed into pieces, I think. Will the black hole spit out these shredded planets and stars later? I don’t know! Nonetheless, the idea is to imagine that space is dangerous and comfortability is very, very rare! So if each pool ball travels too close, each pool ball would collide with one another. In reality, a planet collides with another planet would be on the scale of the doomsday disaster. If a planet collides with a star, it would be the destruction of the planet itself. So, this alien technology that could modify the layout of the solar system would create the condition to harbor water and provide life as we know it.
Now, if we could develop such technology here on earth, we could go out into space and rearrange any solar system to our liking, making other planets to support life so we could have more earthlike planets out there in space. This is one way I think we could colonize space and allow human species to exist much longer than the earth itself. For an example, our earth could be dying someday, and so without such technology, we won’t be able to escape the dying earth — in such a process human species would die along with earth. Instead of dying along with earth, humans should try to come up with technology that pushes planets and stars around to rearrange the solar system to how we like it. It would be so easy to shoot the pool balls around on the pool table, but I guess it would take Godlike effort to do so with pool balls that are as large and as heavy as the planets and stars in space. Furthermore, if the effort takes too long, the solar system itself could be destroyed!
Slavery, comes and goes,
common sense or no,
slavery comes and goes.
When slavery was around,
suffering was guaranteed,
a relief as it went away.
Thus men declared we’re freed,
from a slavery of men,
celebrating a newfound freedom.
No longer in chains,
yet men somehow felt being bound,
by invisible chains of everyday.
Men are freed,
yet men are not freed,
from invisible forms of slavery.
If not financially chained to serve,
it must be old age which whips weeped men,
into slavery men shall forever be bounded.
Can men ever be freed?
Arrogantly, men declared freedom,
without seeing the invisible chains.
From birth men were being chained,
to serve the invisible masters,
and men shall serve till death comes.
How ironic it is,
as men try to stay free,
but men are free only in death.
How ironic it is,
as men declare freedom,
men serve masters till death comes.
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 deceased would cease to vibrate. That is not the case at all. In death, the deceased’s body would have experienced countless vibrations that dictate how a body would be decomposed. Even when someone cremates the deceased, the deceased’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 deceased 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 propagating the vibration of life. Perhaps, thinking very deep to the point of confusing oneself, string theory, indeed, is onto something, right?
Just another poem I had written thus far. Enjoy!!!
- Why are we here?
- To live and let live?
- When did we arrive?
- How did we multiply?
- Did we multiply with one?
- Did we multiply with two?
- We might never know,
- but why didn’t we try to know?
- Why are we so forgetting,
- where we had come from?
- Perhaps we don’t care,
- or had we truly forgotten?
- Nonetheless, we did find,
- dinosaur bones didn’t we?
- Nonetheless, we did think,
- they were here before us?
- Similar curiosity raged on,
- why they had come before us?
- Had the dinosaurs were wiped out,
- just so us humans could live?
- What if they had not been erased,
- would we be able to thrive on?
- Sure it was a survival of the fittest,
- or had we gotten so much luck?
- We thought simple is that simple,
- but had simple ever is?
- Back to the basic we hoped,
- but had we found hope?
- A hope of finding a human origin,
- which might forever be lost?
- Stardusts they surmised,
- could have planted us seeds?
- If this is so,
- a human origin might not be so simple?
- Infinite stardusts had always been out there,
- we might as well were one of them?
- Perhaps, stardusts might be it,
- as it’s the easiest answer?
- Not so fast methinks,
- stardusts too, want to know their origin?
- Perhaps the answer would be,
- Another easiest answer?
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?