Cacophony of Crickets

Tonight I was walking down a path near my dorm at about midnight. I am a monstrous fan of the night, especially the outdoors, and the seclusion which a combination of the two can bring. At one point in the path, both of its sides were covered with large bushes. I took a moment to breath while still walking and simply listened to the sounds around me. My focus was on nothing but deep breath and my senses. In situations such as this my mind tends to wandered towards and focus on perception and such. I began to center my own perception on sound, and the crickets chirping around me from their various hiding spots in the many bushes drew my attention.

A cricket is tiny, and its chirping is not much individually. However, collectively the crickets were making quite the racket. As I continued to walk and listen though, I began to really hear the cacophony as a whole. It was as if the crickets were all a part of a symphony, with each cricket contributing its own individual chirps. This symphony was not pleasing to the ear; it was by no human, musical measurements decent in any way. However, it was kind of beautiful to think of how the complete set of chirping was perceived by a relatively large, outside subject (me).

In a way, it reminded me of humans. Each of us goes throughout our lives banging pots and pans and causing as much ruckus as possible just to prove to our twisted egos we aren’t as small as we really are. When space, or even the sheer size of our Earth, countries or even cities are contemplated, only one conclusion can be drawn: one human is absolutely tiny. There are simply so many human beings in the world.

Some people are great; some are horrible; some are beautiful; some are dumb. No matter what their label is though, every single person contributes their unique chirps to the cacophony of humanity. Each piece of seeming disharmony is really completely harmonious in ways which a simple, human brain is incapable of comprehending or even acknowledging fully.

As I began to attempt to understand this, my next thought was, “Well, how do I apply this abstract comparison?” Since I understand we, as a race, are merely yelling into oblivion with no objective other than to make some noise in our own ‘personal’ concertos, two options are available: Scream and yell and make as much of a difference as possible in the dissonance, or do absolutely nothing.

I concluded that I respect the fact that some will use their ability of choice to do nothing, and I understand their choice, unlike most people who unconsciously make noise. It is their choice to separate from the arguably meaninglessness chorus. I simply choose to make an uproar, while many of the minority of people who actually begin to comprehend our nothingness, may see this as pointless. It is a paradox, with stupid people on every side (as with most decisions which exist).

Whatever anyone’s choice is (in any other situation, as well), it is acceptable, as long as the individual acknowledges the implications of their choice, as well as the meanings of the other routes the fork in the road may have lead to. This is my personal philosophy, and these were my thoughts on a cacophony of crickets as I walked along a dark path tonight.

Learning to Swim

For one of my classes I wrote a book report on Siddhartha the other day. It’s one of my favorite books; the themes are wonderful. Anyway, I like what I wrote so I decided to share it with all of you!

          Siddhartha has many messages, but I think the prime motif is finding yourself or, as it is referred to in the book, enlightenment. No one can teach someone how to find themself. It is something which must be achieved individually because finding yourself is different for each and every person on an individual basis. Of course, others can help but in a way which prepares the taught to traverse the rest of the journey alone. For Siddhartha, he is told what he must do to reach enlightenment from the time he was born. It was part of his traditional role as a Brahmin. He tried two different extremes, asceticism and complete self-indulgence, but in the end neither was the path he was searching for. He also was taught by the Buddha, who had himself reached enlightenment, but he could not learn from another these final, crucial lessons. He realized this and moved on. During his time with Vasudeva, he is learning as Vasudeva’s assistant. However, Vasudeva never teaches Siddhartha the lessons which he learned from the river. He put Siddhartha into situations which he could discover the focal points of the river’s teachings on his own. Siddhartha learns this final lesson through his son; No matter how hard he tries to force his son to understand, he simply refuses. This is one of the last lessons which Siddhartha learns before his enlightenment, and it is an incredibly vital one

          The lessons taught by Siddhartha are completely applicable to modern life. Not in a literal sense, or at least not usually, but the information is very valuable. Siddhartha uses the river as a tool which he compares to his own life, in order to glean as much information from as possible. In modern lives, this would probably not be the case. Information can now be attained from pretty much anywhere. IPhones have access to the internet, which is vast, bottomless well of information. However, the bottom line is that the most essential bits of knowledge must be attained individually. We cannot rely on others, or we will only end up as far as they have gone; and that’s a maximum amount. Especially in terms of enlightenment. One cannot stand on another’s shoulders to reach something so high. He or she has to learn to fly on their own. This lesson is not just important for the young, learning people to grasp, but the teachers as well. Many parents nowadays do not grasp this, and, unless they are lucky, their kids are too sheltered. They do not grow accustomed to thinking and making decisions for themselves, and therefore do not seize as much of life’s lessons as they could otherwise. On the other hand, many go crazy when they can finally make their own decisions. Of course, no parent in their right mind would give their baby drugs or pornography or any other type of harmful substance. However, kids should be taught. They should not be taught to fear these things. Kids should be taught to understand why they should not engage in negative activities. It’s beneficial to learn these things, so their thinking will become a habit and will be applied to other aspects of their lives. This way, life will be fuller, and they will actually have a chance at learning from it as they age and experience more and more of what life has to offer, as we experience it in one way or another. Everyone is a part of the river called life; now, it’s all about learning to swim.

I’m a Weirdo! (And you can too!)

It’s true. I am, in fact, a weirdo. I am not like other people in many, many different ways. Is this a bad thing though? The term weird usually has negative connotations associated with it. However, I disagree. The term weird is very relative. What is weird to one person may not be completely mundane to another. For example, in some ancient societies, animals were considered sacred. In fact, some were considered to be more important than most living, breathing, thinking humans. In most of the modern world, especially first world countries, this is not the case (well, unless you are a member of PETA!). The word ‘weird’ has to do with something being strange or abnormal. In this case, weird is not so bad when you think about it. What’s so great about being normal? Why be the type of person who does not make any kind of splash and contributes to holding the status quo in place? People like Nikola Tesla, Benjamin Franklin, Edward Jenner, Louis Pasteur, John F. Kennedy, Louis Armstrong are all weird. They truly are abnormal. The works of these men were all revolutionary; it changed their specific fields and altered the course of the world. Being weird; fighting the status quo; working against the mainstream; so many different ways to say the same thing and yet people still hold a negative view of the word weird. Why are people ‘naturally’ drawn to act the same as everyone else? Why do so many people try to become lost in the crowd? Why do people try to throw the stones, which are their lives, into the river of society without even trying to make a splash? Who knows? Maybe it’s just human nature. Maybe it’s been ingrained into our brains by a society which hates freethinking innovators. All I know is I’m weird and proud of it! I do what I believe is right, regardless of societal norms and will continue to do so! I’m a weirdo.

Libertarians, and Some Misconceived Perceptions of Them

I hate when people hear ‘libertarian’ and assume :

A. Corporate-loving hater of the common man.

B. Selfish bastard.

C. Egotistical scum.

A. Libertarians love the common man. Personally, I’m all about small businesses! They’re the real backbone of the economy, and America in general. Corporations don’t like less regulation, in fact, many of them gain from Big Government policy, such as infrastructure, weapons production and the like. I can’t stand most corporations because they tend to muck up the water. Corporations (not all) tend to be all about deceit. How can nine out of ten dentists recommend all of the different brands of toothpaste?!? Personally, the best products should be able to be bought without too much confusion and the companies who provide said products should be rewarded by the free market. We, as consumers, vote on what we believe is best with our dollars. We trade our hard earned money for what we believe is worth it. Money is just the medium by which we trade our value to society.

B. Libertarians are not selfish in the sense of wanting the best for their fellow humans. Most of my good libertarian folk just believe that, for the most part, people should earn it for themselves. Of course, most libertarians are not unreasonable extremists. Virtually no one wants to get rid of charitable programs. They fight for the good of those who cannot provide for themselves (the handicapped, infirm, Third World Countries, etc.). There just shouldn’t be the government’s guns forcing donations. That is essentially what welfare programs are. Pay or go to jail. Help the needed or spend time as a criminal in a correctional facility. Are you kidding me? It doesn’t sound so good when said so bluntly, eh?

C. Are most libertarians just looking out for themselves? Maybe in certain ways, but in general, no. Libertarians believe in doing what you wish, as long as your actions do not cause harm to others. Just because you are a minority, should you be forced to do as the majority dictates? Why should those who choose to marry another man be denied this basic right? No harm is done to others. The problem with progresses thinking, such a libertarianism, anarchism and he like is that believers in these schools of thought would never force them upon others. This would be immoral. On the other hand, however, those with imperialistic, deceptive, delusional political viewpoints *cough cough* Republicans *cough cough* Democrats *cough cough* have no problem forcing their own sick agendas on as many people who are dumb or uneducated enough to swallow the little pills given to them.

Those who believe in thought would never force thinking upon people. Support it, absolutely; promote it, youbetcha; tell others because it benefits all parties involved, of course! Those who believe in unthinking, however, are glad to keep others from thinking. Oh, the woes of a rational human being.

Counting Sheep

Staring at the ceiling

I can’t sleep

The space for my thoughts to dive

Is unfathomably deep


Thinking about school

Thinking about life

Thinking about the great things

Thinking about my eternal strife


My thoughts constantly race

From point to point they leap

My thoughts get bizarre

I hope my sanity I keep


Thinking about people

Thinking about me

Thinking about what I am

Thinking about what I could be


Eventually my thoughts begin to slide to a stop

My eyes slowly close, I smile and peacefully drift off