Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Sound Off

To those of you who read my blog (and, I suppose, only to you, because if you weren't reading my blog you wouldn't be here :P), I ask you to make some comments when I post stuff. It gives me incentive to write more entries if I know that what I'm writing is actually being read :P.
On another note, I am going to be leaving for a few days to go to family camp. I'll tell ya'll all about it when I get back. (Did I seriously just use that word? Wow.)

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Pictures

I am not one that carries a camera everywhere, though I believe I do have somewhat of an artistic photographer in me. The picture you see on the left side of the page of the Lone Cyprus was taken
by yours truly, and I do like to take pictures of nature. However, I am not in the habit of taking pictures of myself. I say that someone is a bit egocentric if they have more pictures of themselves than friends.
On the other side of things, there is that saying that, "A picture is worth a thousand words." Taking this logic, we could conceivably submit a photograph of anything as a suitable 1000-word TA term paper. Wouldn't that be awesome?!
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much is a video worth? Considering that most video cameras operate at roughly 30 frames per second, one second of video is worth 30,000 words. Which, come to think of it, is pretty flipping awesome.
Welcome to my way of thinking, people. Just random streams of consciousness. Deal.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Saturdays

On the subject of purpose, I would like to enter a little ramble about Saturdays. Saturdays are house-cleaning days (not restricted to the inside of the house, but sometimes anything within a fifty-foot radius), and when we clean, we clean. There's no joking around about this cleaning business. We use flamethrowers, sometimes. We scrub, clean, dust, and scour every blasted inch of our 23,000 sq foot house, and most times the outside as well.
Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating. It isn't about the amount of cleaning, but the principle of the thing. Since when were Saturdays, "working days"?! Since the beginning of the Israeli nation in 1,400-something B.C., there has been a Jud├Žo-Christian idea that most people call a "sabbath". A day used to rest. Traditionally, that day has always been Saturday. So what would compel one to sacrifice this perfectly rational idea for the sake of "cleanliness"? Perhaps, you say, it is because "cleanliness is next to godliness." But where is that in the Bible?! No, I say, the entire point of the word SATURDAY is being lost on my family. Its purpose is to provide rest and relaxation, not stress and scrubbing! It has come to a point where the very word "Saturday" instills fear in the hearts of children across the face of, well, my house. Isn't this "Saturday" supposedly something that is to be looked forward to? The purpose has been lost, nay! perverted!
In the name of all that is good and holy, why clean?! It's only, according to the Second Law of Thermodynamics, going to get dirty again. How can you argue with science? In cleaning, we seek temporary enjoyment of cleanliness, because soon enough, it will only get dirty again. But, in not cleaning, we receive everlasting happiness of not having to clean!
You may point to Booker T. Washington and argue that there is glory in labor. But, according to Solomon, labor is vanity! "Thus I hated all the fruit of my labor for which I had labored under the sun, for I must leave it to the man who will come after me. And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the fruit of my labor for which I have labored by acting wisely under the sun. This too is vanity" (Ecc. 2:18-19).
Should we clean? Should we pervert the very name and meaning of the formerly beautiful thing that we like to call "Saturday"? I'll leave you to decide.

Purpose

There comes a time in every person's life where they ask a crucial question: why? Why do we fight? Why do we struggle? What is the purpose of life? We can only gain perishable things from our labor, things that don't last. Is there something more? A reason why we should fight? For we struggle, we labor, we fight, but in the end all it amounts to is more trouble, and from that results more fighting. So we continue in a never-ending spiral of fighting, succeeding, and fighting more because of the success. Thus is the curse of every American, nay, every human being.
For some, it is a noble fight: the fight for survival. Those that live in third-world countries must fight in order to live. However, America is a place where mediocrity not only thrives, but is worshiped. We can give up, and yet still be successful. We can do nothing, and live, while the poor suffer, and fight. But, in the end, both parties come to the same question: why? What is the purpose of our existence? For the poor, the question is, "why must I suffer each day only to wake up and suffer again?" For Americans, the question sounds more like, "why must I thrive in mediocrity, only to wake up and wallow in my un-greatness once again?"
These questions are quite similar. All humans desire power, desire greatness, desire happiness. But, even in America, the great country of opportunity, these goals are not always reached. Why? Because humans cannot see their purpose. 1st Corinthians 9:24-27 says, "Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. Everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified."
Those who run without purpose, are those that run for a perishable crown. They therefore end up questioning the worth of running at all. Who would want to run for a laurel wreath, something that would end up withering away in mere days? It is, as Paul says, aimless. Purposeless. Those that run for laurel, soon end up giving up, whether physically or mentally. Their lives become stagnant, without color or variation, and they stop fighting, stop questioning, stop living. And their entire existence becomes purposeless.
But we who profess faith in the "unknown God" (Romans 17:22-28), do not have such a dire fate. As Paul says, we "run in such a way as not without aim; box in such a way, as not beating the air." And this purpose, this search of an imperishable crown, gives our life aim. We become souls that walk on a path with determination, instead of souls wandering aimlessly throughout life. We do the exact opposite of what the enemy wants us to do; for he wants us in that place of purposelessness, and aimlessness. We become warriors. We become true Christians.
For this is what it means to live purposefully.

Friday, August 1, 2008

First Post

Yes, I finally caved into peer pressure and what society considers, "cool," and have created a blog that no one will (A) care about or (B) read. Thus, the purpose of this blog will be merely to vent thoughts, explore the meaning of life (in moderation, of course), to entertain myself, and to keep me from doing much more important things, like sleeping and doing schoolwork. Like a diary. But not really.
The title of this blog is pretty self-explanatory. It is more of a warning, truly. For if you begin to read, I cannot guarantee that you will be able to stop. Soon enough, after reading my writings, you will be so lost in a sea of bad logic and endless rambling that you would be have to be quite skilled to find your way out again.
That's my disclaimer, and you would do well to take it into consideration. However, if you consider yourself skilled in the realm of logic and dealing with the insane, you may take the first step forward. That is, coming back and reading more. After all this, you may tell yourself that I am a terrible salesman. Why would you want to come back and read more? Truly, a good question. Perhaps a better one is, "why not?"

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