I was thinking about energy today, because of a project that I work on. And thinking about these there are two other concepts that tie the two together, that is kinetics and rate. Of course rate is covered under kinetics, but the two aren't necessarily the same. So here is the mental process.
In life many of us have potential, that is the ability to become something, usually great, or above normal. However our ability to achieve that potential is limited by the kinetics of our existence. These kinetics are to oversimplify all of the shit that we have to deal with, such as school, work, significant others, supervisors and random people that mess up our sense of equilibrium. Equilibrium, being a steady continuous state where we balance the effects of all of the outside factors on our sense of life.
We can achieve potential, which is also a steady state, but it all depends on the kinetic factors that mess with us.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
On keeping in touch
As we grow up we find new people and friends, and some times forget to remember those we had good times with. And of course as we grow up we also find new people that we can do these things with. The beautiful thing that I have realized is that, as I look back on the folks that i spent my formative years with, i cannot help but feel good about the path that i have lead thus far. That is cool.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Sadness
I spoke to two people in the last 24 hours and they both have different approaches to God. One was sad, always sad and disappointed about life, and the weather on the road that she traveled. She lived in a constant state of grief. Grief about being alone, about loosing her parents when she was young, and grief about always being in hardship.
The other lived in a state of contentment, or understanding. Understanding that makes life's disappointing seem to be natural. One where chaos is equal to 1. One who understands that every thing is not perfect, and that laughing at life's irony is well, required.
But then i took time to think about the former, that when life has provided her with such messed up weather, there is nothing to smile about. There is nothing to laugh at. One who dreams, where happiness occurs in dreams. And sadness and worry occurs in dreams. And life is but a big sob fest. One where life is depressing. One where life is uncool.
Dense. The things tragedy's are made of. Art imitating life. Life being harder than life. Crazy. True. An independent film.
The other lived in a state of contentment, or understanding. Understanding that makes life's disappointing seem to be natural. One where chaos is equal to 1. One who understands that every thing is not perfect, and that laughing at life's irony is well, required.
But then i took time to think about the former, that when life has provided her with such messed up weather, there is nothing to smile about. There is nothing to laugh at. One who dreams, where happiness occurs in dreams. And sadness and worry occurs in dreams. And life is but a big sob fest. One where life is depressing. One where life is uncool.
Dense. The things tragedy's are made of. Art imitating life. Life being harder than life. Crazy. True. An independent film.
Friday, February 26, 2010
On silence
Growing up, I frequently heard the proverb, "silence is golden." Of course, where I came from, there was an idiom for everything, so it was easy to ignore them. Lately, however, I have taken time to reconsider the things that I learned, and dismissed while I was growing up. Thus the topic silence.
As I have taken a new look at silence I have come to rediscover that silence is truly golden. From silence I have come to learn and understand many things that I have taken for granted truly matter. That moments that i take to enjoy the silence, I get to hear, and truly listen to the inner voice, which all of the noises of modern living mute out.
And the voices are wise. And i gain new incite, incite which is truly worth a lot of gold- even at todays inflated prices.
Silence is gold
As I have taken a new look at silence I have come to rediscover that silence is truly golden. From silence I have come to learn and understand many things that I have taken for granted truly matter. That moments that i take to enjoy the silence, I get to hear, and truly listen to the inner voice, which all of the noises of modern living mute out.
And the voices are wise. And i gain new incite, incite which is truly worth a lot of gold- even at todays inflated prices.
Silence is gold
Monday, February 15, 2010
Empathy, an introduction.
This topic should really be part of my discovering hope series, but I have not taken sufficient time to ponder the topic to the point where i can discuss it fully. I think it is important for me to consider empathy as part of ones emotional arsenal, because it is human to feel pain, both physical and emotional. It is true that all pain is in our head, and it is up to the person in pain to describe the hurt. It is also important for the person listening, or treating the hurting individual to be able to "walk in the shoes of the one in pain." To do this, one has to either have experienced the kind of pain before, or vicariously understand the meaning of the experience.
Understanding pain is one thing, but helping one deal with pain is a great other. Here empathy, messes with sympathy, and these two can make a big wash in the behavior of another. I suppose the question that I am trying to deal with here is how to sympathize when I am not sure that i empathize with a situation. For example how does one deal with the death of a loved one when they have not dealt with death, or divorce, or infidelity even.
I am sure that we see these things on TV or we read about them in books, and we can live the experiences through these media, but how is it when it comes to us and our friends? I guess that it is me, I'm a lot bad at empathy, which makes me bad at compassion. Here, compassion is one way to sympathize and show solidarity with others, in a moment of weakness.
The other question is, do we have to? And the other shouldn't we.
Understanding pain is one thing, but helping one deal with pain is a great other. Here empathy, messes with sympathy, and these two can make a big wash in the behavior of another. I suppose the question that I am trying to deal with here is how to sympathize when I am not sure that i empathize with a situation. For example how does one deal with the death of a loved one when they have not dealt with death, or divorce, or infidelity even.
I am sure that we see these things on TV or we read about them in books, and we can live the experiences through these media, but how is it when it comes to us and our friends? I guess that it is me, I'm a lot bad at empathy, which makes me bad at compassion. Here, compassion is one way to sympathize and show solidarity with others, in a moment of weakness.
The other question is, do we have to? And the other shouldn't we.
On black and white
Some real artsy pictures, especially portraits look better in black and white. I think that it is so because, the amount of contrast that exits between each grain or pixel within the picture is much limited, and only accounts for a two dimensional view of the picture. Upon looking at the picture, the viewers brain enhances, by some brain correction algorithm, the picture to create depth, and upon doing so assumes beauty.
On the other hand full color pictures are not so impressive, possibly because the brain has less calculations to run before it can call it beautiful.
Consequently the brain perceives black and white as beautiful, it assumes that contrasting light and dark and by substituting the shades of grey for depth, that the challenge = the beauty of the art. With color, the brain is not greatly challenged, or it makes shortcuts. We can say that with a colored picture each of the primary and secondary colors are computed, followed by the amount of light and intensity of the light.
Since most of us "see" in color, we don't take much time to find depth in colorful images- we take them as is.
So where am I going with this?
Not sure.
But one conclusion, challenges make life beautiful.
On the other hand full color pictures are not so impressive, possibly because the brain has less calculations to run before it can call it beautiful.
Consequently the brain perceives black and white as beautiful, it assumes that contrasting light and dark and by substituting the shades of grey for depth, that the challenge = the beauty of the art. With color, the brain is not greatly challenged, or it makes shortcuts. We can say that with a colored picture each of the primary and secondary colors are computed, followed by the amount of light and intensity of the light.
Since most of us "see" in color, we don't take much time to find depth in colorful images- we take them as is.
So where am I going with this?
Not sure.
But one conclusion, challenges make life beautiful.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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