Friday, January 31, 2003

Does omnipotence preclude evil?

I'm reposting my rant here, because I really want some response. I thought it would elicit a great response and passionate wrathful intelligent debate. Now answer my questions, or face the wrath of the great cow. (borrowed from Michael, with thanks.)

A few days ago I came out of the bathroom in the life sciences library and in front of me was a bookshelf, and there were 22 books called "Nephron" 22 thick blue hardcover books packed with tiny print about nephrons. It's astounding how much knowledge we've acquired over the years, but what is more astounding is how little we've done with it, and how little we'll ever do with it. There are possibly millions of books in the world, in hundreds or maybe thousands of languages. Presently, there are about 6 billion people alive, which means 6 billion brains, thinking, and living, and experiencing a physical world that is harsh, unforgiving, and yet entirely and inconceivably natural. But we are all living one life, and it is impossible for anyone to live more than one life simultaneously. We are alone, and alone again each time a new person is born. And every time a person dies, we lose most of what they've accomplished in their lifetime. It takes so much time and energy for a person to grow up. Which is why nobody should ever die! All living things contains some knowledge of what it is to be alive in this world, but we will never be able to consolidate this knowledge. That is the problem with books. There are so many of them. No single person could read every book in the world and then do something useful with all of that knowledge because there is not enough time. Can you imagine what would happen if someone could do that? Can you imagine the wisdom of someone who could have all the knowledge of every living creature, and of all the books that have ever been written? If a person could have the knowledge of every individual wolf that has ever lived, and the knowledge of every individual drosophila fly that has ever lived, and the knowledge of every individual human being, and monkey, and virus, and flower, that would be amazing! Do viruses and flowers have knowledge? I think they do. Their knowledge is not contained in a network of neurons, but it is the act of living as they do. It is the biological, physical, and chemical knowledge of being a plant or a virus. Not concious, or even subconsious, their "knowledge" is their existance. It is the interactions of the molecules that compose their cells, and the interactions of the cells that form their organs, and that ultimatly compose the individual. That is knowledge as real as any. I think we could live in a perfect world if everyone knew everything. If we could experience life through every possible perspective I believe there would never be another war, there would never be another murder, and there would never be crime. But maybe I'm wrong. Would it be possible to have infinite knowledge and still be cruel and selfish? I don't know if that is possible.I think "evil" stems from ignorance. Selfish, cruel acts are the result of a missing piece of knowledge. If you truely could live through another individual and know everything about what it is to be that person (or insect) then how could you harm it? If there was a good reason, it might be possible, but is there ever a good reason? If someone had all of the knowledge in the world, would they also have knowledge of good and evil? Would every situation be clear and simple? Or would things still be grey and inbetween.

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Alex did not come to scrabble club last night. After begging for 2 weeks for us to start up the club, he didn't come. In fact, do you know what he was doing? He was sleeping. That is unforgivable! If you know Alex, ostrisize him. Do not speak to him, do not look at him, and certainly do not tell him where he can find an ostrich nest.

I am returning to this familiar place of brownish pink. I don't really like livejournal. It makes me nervous, which is probably an omen. If you want to comment, what you do is comment at livejournal. I'll put a little link at the bottom of every post.

I want to spend this weekend in solitude, but I'll probably end up running around, directionless, scattered, bespeckled with contentment, giggles, (for I am never without my giggles), and longing. But I do need to do homework so maybe all of the strange emotions that have nothing to do with anything will have to wait.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2003

The smiley army is coming

Monday, January 27, 2003

But maybe I'm a little bit of all of them!

So, I went and got a livejournal, but I like my blogspot place because it's old and familiar. The only reason I like livejournal is that people can comment on what I write which makes me feel powerful! I like thinking that sometimes people read what I write and then want to write something themselves. So I guess I'll probably be mostly updating the livejournal, but I will not get rid of this blog.

I almost lost my wallet today, but someone was kind and turned it in at the UGL. I had all my 2 credit cards in it, my student ID, my drivers license, and 3 dollars! It wouldn't have been the end of the world, but I was glad to have it back. Its the only wallet I've ever owned. In my entire life I've never owned a wallet or a purse. I don't believe in organization. Well, I didn't believe in it's power until the end of last semester when I had a realization about life. In order to accomplish some things, a great deal of organization is needed. It's not hard to do, it's just easy not to do.

So this will probably be the last post at purplegoose for a while. But I will be posting at livejournal if I feel inspired. I feel a little sad today, but I'm not sure why. A little frantic, but mostly calm.

I am not a retarded drunk muslim bear.

Monday, January 20, 2003

Don't blame the spirits!

I'm going to have an argument with Stephanie
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I think your rant against God was misdirected. Which God are you talking about? There are many! Different people have different spiritual beliefs, and to lump them all into one big "God for sale" is wrong. I believe in "God," in a certain sense. I believe in a great spirituality in the world, that is as real as a tree, or the wind, or an emotion. That is just my belief. Other people worship God becase they find comfort in it. There are as many good reasons for not believing in God as there are good reasons for believing in God, but when it comes right down to it, they are both based on faith. There is no way to make it scientific or logical. I don't even think you can say that God is OR God isn't. Maybe its both. God is an idea, and it is not innately harmful. It is not immoral to believe in a greater spirit or spirits. There is corruption everywhere, in the secular and nonsecular world. Yes, religions are corrupt, religious people are corrupt, and religious institutions are corrupt. So is the American government! So are most goverenments and institutions. That does not make the constitution or the declaration of independence corrupt, or the beliefs behind religions corrupt. Most religions, organized or not, are based on pretty good ideals. Sweeping statements are very sweepingly wrong.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

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Saturday, January 04, 2003

"Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. Knows remembers believes a corridor in a big long garbled cold echoing building of dark red brick soot bleakened by more chimneys than its own."

I was brutally awaken this morning at 9:30. My mom threw the door open and came and sat on the bed, and then jumped up and threw the blinds open and then came back and sat on the bed again and when that didn't work she sat on me. Then my cat joined in and jumped on the bed and started walking all over me and sinking her claws into my body. Then she started tickling me and telling me to quit being lazy and get out of bed. Grr! So I said, ok ok! Just leave me alone. But she wouldn't. She was determined and ruthless. She said "ok, well i'm going to get a glass of water and throw it on you." So I wait for her to leave the room then I jumped out of bed and dived into my brothers room since he already left, and I tried to lock the door because he has a lock on his door and I don't have one on mine. But I didn't do it right and just as I was climbing under the covers, the door burst open and I screamed and my mom came in and laughed and said "ha! you thought you could escape. now get up."

So I got up.

Friday, January 03, 2003

I'm worried about life, and everything again. Last night was great in a way, because I faced what I thought would be a crisis and it ended up ok. I love my parents more than anything in the world. I made my dad a cup of green tea with mint leaves last night and then I told him about my C. Well, my brother blurted it out. And so I confessed, and it was ok. Now all that is worrying me is housing for next year. I'm not worried about school very much. But my parents just informed me that they don't want me to get an apartment. My dad is worried about safety, and my mom thinks I won't study. Grrr.

So that's the stress right now, and I think I'm going to get the apartment anyway. Safety? We're always on the brink of death and destruction anyway. Everyone is just two steps away from doom. They say in chess that you're always just a few moves away from checkmate, and I believe that is true of everything in life. You're always just a few steps away from misery - but it is the same of happiness. Studying? I can do it. I could live in the basement of the library and fail all my classes. The point is that if I am going to succeed it will have little to do with where I live. You can always make excuses. I must make studying sacred. I have to do it before all other things, and when I do it, I have to focus on it. I know my weaknesses.


Thursday, January 02, 2003




Take the What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be? Quiz




---- is the shade that falls from the leaves of trees
at four oclock in the afternoon,
cool dark and tenuous.
In the rising wind
it is a tire and a rope hanging from a tree
dangling in the memory of laughter, free.

Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Happy new year