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February 26, 2014

Cornucopia of Philosophy

There seems to be a contradiction.  We have all or most of the answers to a lot of pressing issues.  Indeed, we have algorithms at play that seem pretty solid.  But throughout this cornucopia of philosophies is an ache.  An ache in the pith of it.

So what has been said that hasn't been said already? Sure we can explore the extent of the cornucopia, for even more elegant prose, things said differently, sure, with more depth and thoroughness even, and I am not at all against this! Consider, we can do this ad infinitum.  But what can be said of it all without its produce? What does it yield? 

No, there's more.  For the original intent of words was not its beauty (but this is a part of it), but its purpose.

February 24, 2014

Center



It has become clear to me, perhaps through repeated bouts with ungodly amounts of stress and dissatisfaction, that I am by myself insufficient to meet the high demands of my hopes and dreams.  No, no, I am not saying that I myself am incapable of them by myself -- there's enough ambition, rational or not, inside of me to think otherwise, I'm a little afraid to say.  But to the extent and degree of such ambitions, I need my center to be strong.  And I cannot say mine's to be fit to this extent.

As I recenter myself on Him, I humbly ask for your prayers.

February 18, 2014

Oh, but if

Oh, but if...
The crack in the sidewalk
impeded my stride as to halt
my step and cause my fall
all for a glimpse of the orchids
then good.
I would not have looked otherwise

February 17, 2014

The third-person problem

The sadness in living is not scope, but in the inability to see beyond one's scope.

February 12, 2014

The Irony of the Impetus of Scientific Research

So as a budding scientist, I'm learning more and more about how research is conducted, and all that good stuff.  From how it's based on logic, on creativity, and to the constraints that is budget and funding.

But then the process of conducting research began to seem monotonous to me.  All creativity aside, in its bare form, a big part of it is essentially following the scientific method.  And of course, the mitigating factor in every life venture, is the pressure.  The pressure do things correctly (rightfully so), to produce meaningful work, etc.  Think planning a vacation, very stressful to do, but worth it when you're finally there.

But then I'm reminded of that ever important aspect of following any life venture: how it inspires you and, as specific to scientists, how you love the particular thing you're studying and researching.  Why do scientists become experts in some, arguably esoteric, interest of choice?

It's not logical, that's for sure.
(...I understand at the very least, it is kinda logical to an extent in the respect of it being viewed as a personal discernment; for example: a cancer researcher wants to research cancer because of cancer affecting that researcher's family... )

And here's the trip: the best scientists, so I've realized, are so inspired, enamored, in love with what they're studying it ceases to be monotonous, ever (or at least, for a long time... research interests can change I guess).

So, essentially, perhaps, all of science hinges on scientists following their research passions that more or less came to them in a particularly not logical way.  Well, at least that's how I see it so far.

February 5, 2014

Transcendental. Ethereal.



I listen to Shannon and all my worries melt away...