Ordinary Day For Everyone (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

How an ordinary day it could be,
beyond that tree,
tumbling hills rolled freely.

A little creek whispered in hymns,
critters quenched their thirst on a whim,
a breeze rhythmically strolled through the realm.

Without rain or thunder to scare away the residents,
a boring day continued on without a special attendant,
here lay a cave where a sleeping dragon has been a resident.

A warrior in heavy armor, shield, and a sharpest blade,
creeping slowly within the shades,
onward to a cave as he readied for a fate.

Nearing the cave, breathless warrior’s thoughts ran high.
Am I doing this for everyone’s hide?
Am I doing this for my own pride?

Thousands of years a dragon was asleep,
one brave fool warrior just woke a dragon up from his sleep,
in a flash, fire raged out toward the cave’s opening and onto the creep.

Arming to the teeth, the warrior withstood the fire’s rage,
but he could not muster up his own rage to meet his destined fate,
yelling from his lung, he screamed “I’m doing this for everyone’s fate.”

Dashing toward the dragon with the sharpest blade and shield,
his emotion went numb, he was readied to kill,
suddenly he heard the dragon said, “hold back your heels.”

Dragon’s sudden talkative tactic unnerved the warrior,
nonetheless, he charged on for a pride of a warrior,
“I’m doing this for everyone,” he roared as a warrior.

The dragon bled out a river of blood,
but the warrior got drowned in the blood flood,
a bloody mess it was, but the dragon still stood.

Another slow breeze rhythmically strolled through the realm,
a little creek by the cave whispered a hymn,
critters quenched their thirst on a whim.

Perhaps, on another ordinary day,
another fool would try to prey,
a sleeping dragon that would sleep away.

Without Moral, War Cannot Be Won, Peace Cannot Be Upheld

I’m a nobody, but I do have an opinion on how important morality is in a time of peace and war.  In peacetime, a country with moral on her side will be able to spread, influent, and expand soft power throughout the world.  In wartime, a country can use moral to rally allies and hearts to strengthen her war agendas.  In my opinion, moral is super important for a country to uphold as you never know in time of need the only thing a country can fall back onto for support and strength is the morality.

With right moral values that do not appear to be having hidden agendas, a country can use her moral values to push for an agenda on a world stage.  Nonetheless, forcefully pushing for an agenda in a way that it seems to utilizing a country’s moral values for blackmailing another would render her moral values almost ineffective.  In the short run, it would seem to work, but in the longer run she would find out that her earlier efforts have been waning and losing fast.

In wartime, moral values can glue disparate ideas and forces into a united front.  Unity in strength and efforts in wartime is super important, because without this everything would not be able to move forward in time of need.  Without unity, there would be no hope left for fighting against an enemy.  Without hope, there won’t be another fight.  Thus, it’s important that moral values are being upheld at the highest esteem in wartime.

When a government sets up a propaganda machine, her purpose is clear.  She is trying to unite minds in one direction for a purpose that she wants to achieve.  In general, she wants to convince her population that her side holds all the right moral values.  Propaganda is complex, but the purpose of propagandizing is rather clear.  It’s to convince and make belief.  Nonetheless, in the long run, propaganda would fail terribly if the government does not hold moral values that people at large would hold dear to their hearts.  After all, there is always someone else who would want to pick apart the propaganda plot.

Even in a single battle, the side with the moral values that worth to die for may enable soldiers in such a battle to fight with all their mights.  Perhaps, with such a purpose or purposes, these soldiers may actually allow her side to gain an upper hand in wartime even when this very single battle is lost.  This shows how important moral values are for peace and war.

In summary, I think moral values that do matter to people are the ones that would encourage people in peacetime and win war in wartime.  Without the moral values that do matter to the people, propaganda would work for awhile until the illusion breaks apart.  Without the right morals, a country cannot win hearts and minds.  Simply put, moral is super important for a country to not only win hearts and minds, but to also build and upkeep her freedom.  A freedom in which allowing her regime to last much longer than otherwise.

Amnesia (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

From the inception we forgot who we were,
thus we reinvented who we were over and over again,
we’d written fiction to be in place of history,
so we could at least believe we once got a root,
we’d written of the Great Flood that drowned our past,
perhaps, we had created such fiction over and over again,
just so we could at least feel a past,
without a past it’s hard for us to imagine a future,
because our identity is very much rooted in our imagination,
and so we could care less about the Great Flood,
which was mythically created by the mystics,
to pull us out of the greatest, deepest, amnesia,
and into a glorious present in which we could look back,
and say that we had once lived gloriously,
but the glory will continue on,
into the future we are heading for such a glory,
even if the future will be of another Great Flood,
perhaps, even then we might still be able to reinvent,
a past of now in which it does not matter if it’s true,
because this amnesia had got nothing on us,
for us, we are colorful,
for us, we are bold,
for us, we are innovative,
for us, we are imaginative,
for us, we breathe in amnesia as air,
and keep on moving forward,
into the unknown future that we are now already imagining of,
a glorious one indeed!

Freak of Nature (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

Shunned by the mass,
an ugly duck quacked,
a freak of nature at that,
incomprehensibly quacked.

Quack, quack, quack!

The mother duck would quack,
encouraging the other ducks en masse,
to scold the ugly duck, quack, quack,
how useless the ugly duck at that.

Quack, quack, quack!

Poor ugly duck quacked in silent,
hoping the other quacks would die down,
unabated quacks would siren,
scolding the ugly duck as a clown.

Quack, quack, quack!

Came an old man Darwin,
taking a pity on the ugly duck,
using his Darwinism for the win,
confessing that he is in luck.

Quack, quack, quack!

The mother duck would quack,
Darwin would adore the ugly duck,
the other youngins would quack,
Darwin professed the freak is his luck.

Quack, quack, quack!

Angrily, other ducks got rowdy,
the mother duck demanded an explanation,
Darwin professed he is lucky,
to see a freak of nature in action.

Quack, quack, quack!

The mother duck would agree,
agreeing that the ugly duck is a freak,
Darwin would disagree,
saying that a freak isn’t so a freak.

Quack, quack, quack!

Other ducks would quack,
old man, you are so crazy,
freak is a freak, quack, quack,
otherwise this doesn’t explain nicely.

Quack, quack, quack!

Darwin laughed and replied,
it’s beautiful to see nature in action,
creating something different once in a while,
freak of nature is an evolution.

Quack, quack, quack!

Yes, it’s also a revolution,
rebelling the old, boring, outdated nature,
nature often starts a new experimentation,
potentially, creating a freak for a new measure.

Quack, quack, quack!

So quack away while you can still quack,
as the freak hasn’t yet realized he’s beautiful,
once he does you would fear his quack,
for his quack will be most wonderful.

Quack, quack, quack!

In their boring ways the ducks went on quacking,
believing the old man is a freak of nature,
thus they would go on quacking,
how the ugly duck is a freak of nature.

Quack, quack, quack!

Darwin failed to enlighten the lame ducks,
in sadness he humbled away,
years later, disease killed many lame ducks,
while the ugly duck flourished away.

Quack, quack, quack!

Ugly duck with wife seeded newborn freaks,
proving Darwin is right, they went on thriving,
ugly freaks became the new measuring stick,
long gone the lame ducks once were quacking.

Fever Of Unholiness (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

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

So clear you can see through,
to the bottom of the freshest lake,
so pure the fish haven’t had a clue,
near boiling temperature boils the lake.

How pure should a virgin be,
so to not hurt a virginity pride?
There she goes clueless as she be,
heart beats till temperature rises too high.

Steadily, she calms herself,
swearing not to swear under her breath,
oh, holy, please do not let me be someone else,
please purify me with your holy breath.

Too pure to even notice,
her world is being shaken to the core,
a shaken soul possesses by a fever of unholiness,
frustrating much as she can’t take it anymore.

Is it sane for one to be so pure?
A virgin’s fire would not yield to the wind,
as if the wind is a disease and never a cure,
thus a virgin begs her holiness to banish the wind.

Without the wind her world is empty,
her seeds are withering away in a silly stillness,
austere and ugly world she creates for her virginity,
yet she struggles to truly erase her fever of unholiness.

Consciousness Is Only A Level Of Abstraction

I’m sure many scientists, priests, monks, religious leaders, and other humans out there have been searching for an answer to whether a computer can be programmed in such a way that consciousness can be installed onto a machine or not, and so far I bet we all have confused ourselves with more scientific terms that we had come up with in an effort of trying to address this very question.  Joining the fun, I like to offer my very own take on this.  Right off the bat, I declare that computer can have consciousness.  If you read on, you will see why I’ve come up with this declaration.

Something is so illusive that when it’s right in front of us and yet we think it’s somewhere in heaven.  I believe consciousness is as simple as that.  When we think of consciousness, we tend to think that it’s mysterious.  We don’t understand what it is, but we like to think that we know what it is.  We name this consciousness, because we think if we know who we are, we are conscious.  We name this consciousness, because we think we have innate understanding of our surroundings.  We think computer cannot be programmed to the level of our consciousness, thus consciousness could never be programmable.

I refute the idea of consciousness as a mysterious state that has no connection to the mechanics of the brain.  Some people argue that consciousness can exist outside the brain.  These people think that taking away the brain, consciousness would float on.  I wonder if there is such a consciousness existed, where would it float to?  Perhaps, it would float to a land of mystery where consciousness would cease to exist, because nobody would care if it is exist or not since nobody could observe it for it is being locked in the land of mystery, for forever.  The key is that consciousness should be observable!

I think if a program is designed in a way that it can act intelligently on the human level or even on a higher level, it’s safe to say the machine with such a program is highly or super intelligent.  Is it safe to say it’s consciously conscious?  I would say yes!  You would probably want to argue with me at this very moment, but let me explain.  Imagine a fish inside a fish tank and a fish tank is being placed on the beach, what level of consciousness does the fish have at this very moment?  Basically, what would the fish think when it stares beyond the fish tank and yonder out this ocean with hard waves that push tides into the beach?  Let me guess, perhaps the fish would think there is more water out there than in the fish tank.  Let me guess, perhaps the fish would think there are beautiful sun in the sky, gracefully floating clouds, angry waves of tides, noisy beach goers, and lot of sand.  I bet the fish would not think of animals and plants that live deep under the sea and would never surface.  This means the fish does not have the tools to help itself to see what is under the sea.  At this point, is it safe to ask does the fish have consciousness?

I think the fish has consciousness, but at a fish level and not of a human level.  Should we say consciousness is a level of intelligence?  Why would a person want to believe that a fish has a level of consciousness?  Perhaps, it’s safe to say the fish is consciously thinking because the fish is able to figure out when it’s hungry, angry, happy, getting scared, and so forth.  Then again, we can also argue that the fish is being programmed that way, but it does not think.  This argument would be right if you say the fish does not think like a human, but how would a human know a fish does not think like a fish?  Thus, a human could not argue a fish does not have a fish consciousness.

I think consciousness is an abstracted thought of conscious itself.  What I meant is that consciousness is conjured by the level of human intelligence.  Without the human intelligence or higher, a fish consciousness can only consciously observe a fish’s abstracted consciousness.  Perhaps, somewhere in distant galaxy that the level of consciousness is few trillion times more intelligent than human beings on earth, because these aliens are way more intelligent.  With such intelligence, their level of consciousness is way higher.  They can observe the consciousness at a higher level of abstraction.

Unless something in life will change my point of view on the abstraction of consciousness, in my opinion, consciousness is right in front of us.  With this in mind, I argue that if a human being can program a machine to a level of a human intelligence, I believe that such a machine would believe that it’s a human and consciously thinking like a human.  After all, consciousness is only a level of abstraction.