Morals and Values and Justifications

If morals and values are man-made, how do we know which ones are universally true? Are there any morals that are universally true ALL the time in EVERY situation? Is it always wrong to kill babies? What made me think about it is a conversation I had with Grouse about pasting images into my blog from other websites. In my archives (scroll down to August 15th) I had a picture of the night sky that I found by going to Google Images and typing in "night sky." Well, the night sky is no longer a night sky and is now a woman's butt. Michael (grouse) thinks that the owner of that picture found out about my website and then got mad that I used their picture without asking and so changed it. He thinks I got what I deserved, and I think so too! I think the owner of that picture had every right to do what he/she did, but also that I had the right to use it. Kind of. Or maybe not. Is it immoral to take pictures from the internet and put them into my blog? Michael thinks it is immoral. He thinks that people like me cause other people to hurt financially. I'm not sure I agree. I do not use my blog for commercial purposes and I don't have a very big audience. But I think in the future I will put a link with the picture that says where I got it from. I think thats fair enough.

It's three oclock am! My first homework assignment of the semester and I might have to stay up all night to finish it! I am on top of things, wow.

In other news, I have a bottle of glycine! 100 grams. It makes me feel excited because.... well, it just does, ok?

In other news, I am happy, but I feel guilty for feeling happy. I feel like I shouldn't be comfortable with life, because if I am comfortable, then I won't be motivated to be an activist. Is it possible to be a happy activist? What do I want to be active about?

I know it is irrational to feel guilty for feeling happy before anyone peels a banana about how you shouldn't feel guilty for feeling happy. Why do I feel guilty? I have a guilty complex, I know! But why?

It probably goes back to childhood. Everything goes back to childhood.

But thats ridiculous in real life, because you'll never get anywhere if you keep alluding to your ellusive and dead past. If you feel guilty, then figure out what about. If there is no what about then stop feeling guilty! Sambria.

The Guilt is maybe survivor's guilt. I have so much in my life that is wonderful right now, but I know that it's mostly luck and that makes me feel sad. Life is a brutal bitch. So if you can be happy and content, you should be happy and content, and maybe your cup will flow over into other cups!

In conclusion, I might delete this in the morning. Even though it is morning now.

"it is important to work with other good people, because 90% of the ideas you have will be bad and you need other people to help you reject the bad ideas and foster the good."

I think this is going to be the best year of my life so far. I can feel it in my bones! I feel more peaceful and content than I ever have before, and I feel like I am coming to a good place in my life. happy martin luther king's day ya'll.

Ants eat toothpaste, and thats why we have ants in our bathroom! Also, girls become women. I think I am still a girl. I think it's weird that I know that.

Who would have guessed, poetry in a physics text book!

"We ourselves are an assembly of nuclei and electrons bound together in a stable configuration of Coulomb forces"

From now on I'm going to put fiction in this blog. Stories and poems and story-like poems, and poem-like stories. If you have something you want me to post, let me know and I will post it! You can email me at starfisher@mail.utexas.edu or tell me on AIM, at neonspacebuzzard.



The girl in the lake and the tree by the lake
(A story-like poem)

Tent,
tent made of leaves!
Why do you rustle as I try
to sleep?
Are your arms too weak?
You must be strong
because I am trying to sleep.
And if I sleep,
I need a tent of leaves
not to rustle,
to sing and whisper
but not shift as you do,
Alive in a reachless place, am I!
Alive in a wondering maze.
Shifting in my earthen grave,
I talk to the fishes in my eye sockets now.
Empty of flesh, I hear you rustle.

I am tired, said the tree by the lake.
Then come and rest with me,
Said the girl in the lake,
I cannot said the tree by the lake,
Because I am rooted here
Then please shut up!
Said the girl in the lake,
(Who was trying to sleep)
I cannot, said the tree,
You must accept me.
The girl in the lake was silent for awhile and
Then said “then we shall be friends.”
And so they were companions,
Each rooted in their own way.

The girl in the lake would ask the old tree a question,
and the old tree would bend and whisper
and tell her long stories of it’s many years,
Until a great storm blew through their quiet land,
and the trees branches were torn to pieces
and the birds fluttered in terror to the ground,
and tried to find places to hide.
There was great turmoil!
Roaring terrible clouds filled the sky with darkness
And touched the lake’s surface,
And reached through the tent of leaves,
and grasped the tree’s large trunk,
and pulled with all it’s might.

The wind was a huge thing,
A hulking beast, who’s fingers could
uproot even the largest of juniper trees.
And with a great creak, so loud
that the girl wished she could cover her ears
and wished she could let go a scream
the wind took the tree, roots and all, and
thrust It into the distant hills,
beyond the reach of the girl’s voice.

From that day forward,
the girl in the lake had her wish.
There was no tent of leaves to rustle and
Keep her awake.
There were no creaking branches to tell her stories,
Only fishes to swim through her bones.
Only the passage of time to heal the broken shore,
The great empty wound where once,
Had been the roots of a tree.

Then I believe in nothing!
Said the girl to the fishes,
If even my great friend could be destroyed
The fishes replied ,“blub blub!”
And went about their business of cleaning her bones.

"It's a damn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word."

"I love you even more, than I did before, but darlin what can I dooooo?"

Listening to music, memorizing scrabble words, walking dog, making mahshi. These are all good things to do. :)