Monday, January 22, 2007
Between Questions And Answers
It's not unusual to be asked questions. There's all sorts of them, most of which requires an answer in return. As kids, we are guilty of being the gattling guns of questions. I wonder how it never seem to obliterate the parents and teachers who endure every single one of them or evade them, Matrix style. Sometimes, taking advantage of our innocence, they feign answers so unbelievable that we believe them as well. Can you imagine having a kid firing at least 20 'Why this?' or 'Why that?' questions? (Damn, there I go again, with the question marks? Hmmm?)
I'd like to think of questions as the beginning of a journey. And as for every journey, there's always a distance to cover. Whether you reach the ending point of such a journey, it depends on the complexity of the question. Like, let's say, someone asks you, "Who created life?". Depending on your religion or beliefs or sanity, the distance covered can be both long and short. It's just a matter of what tickets you chose to board your train of thought.
Now, if you are a faithful Christian, that would awfully seem like a short journey.
God, they shall say.
If you were a Muslim, then it'd be similarly close too.
Allah, they'll say.
Now if you were an apathetic person, that distance can be even shorter.
Dunno, they'll say.
If you were a scientist, you can expect a long journey of explanation regarding the Big Bang Theory, together with supernovas and the birth and death of stars that seems to provide a chain reaction of creating worlds and what not, and to make it even more detailed, it might go down to the finest details of atoms and their atomic structure, and to go further into the fine print, for the sake of boasting of high intellect, they can further to the packets of photons that determines the energy level of an atom, then return to the theory of evolution, starting from small organic lifeforms which evolved to become even more complex creatures in a process that took years in the millions or billions, leading to lifeforms we see today.
Inconclusive, they'll say, in the end.
If you are a hardcore player of Katamari Damashi (or Katamari Damacy in the USA), you'll come to explain the totally out-of-the-question answer that the King Of The Cosmos once destroyed the entire planetary and solar system by accident, so he sent his son, the Prince, to roll his Katamari (magical ball) to roll things up to restore them, and life itself.
Katamari, they'll say.
Now, I don't know which train you'll board, but take this chance to choose your train of thought wisely to any question. As you can see, there are limitless destinations to choose, so the only thing to really consider properly is being true to yourself and the person in question when answering. Always recognise the importance of good answers to anything.
6:49 PM
Friday, January 12, 2007
Time Travel
Recently, I had a dream of myself being a time traveller, exactly like the way it goes in the book 'The Time Traveller's Wife' by Audrey Niffenegger. I think it may somehow be influenced by it, seeing as to how I am reading it now, with full immersion everytime.
Like the book, I had a wife, who showed a sense of worry and and concern everytime I disappear to another time, wondering if I ever will come back to her in one piece. I couldn't remember who my wife was, and I regret not knowing it. In any case, during those time travelling experiences, seems like I visited a lot about my past. I vaguely remember being in primary school, revisiting the school and teachers, and watching whatever experiences I went through as an outsider. It wasn't much, but it felt pretty weird, seeing another you out there. It wasn't all rosy and peaceful. For some reason, I was sucked into a terrible or embarrassing experience everytime. When it happens, I get transported to another time. So it went on to secondary school, and I think it had to be around 3E1 time, then in JC2, then finally back to reality. I think I might have missed out quite a lot of things, but it was kind of weird and fun at the same time. This happened quite a while back, so writing about it now is kind of hard.
Still, I felt some sort of significance from the dream. I think I've now explored to another part of my mind. I feel so because I rarely have dreams, and when I do, they are always places that I recognise, with characters that recognise me and pick up from where we last left it. This time, it was different. Somehow, with each dream, I get transported to a certain area of my mind. Whether they are fragments of my memories or just areas of my mind, I know not. But having to remember all these places sometimes make me wonder about the reality of it all. I'd like to think that dreams are signs to something, either about yourself or the future. While the message can never be clear at times, try to give it some thought. I've watched a Discovery Channel documentary about dreams before, and they did mention something about dreams being something about memories or signals of some kind. That was so long ago, when you have ample time after school to watch lots and lots of TV. Yeah, of all channels, I liked Discovery Channel the best when I was that age. Science is just my interest.
That aside, I do think I should go get some early rest now. It's about time I shape up. Good night.
12:59 AM