I'm an atheist, and sometimes more on the side of an agnostic.
However, I believe, if God exists, God will not hold human form. Why would God hold human form if God is the ultimate being that exceed human. More likely, God will hold the form of an animal or a hybrid of animals. What I believe is that nature possesses the greatest power. Everything in the ecology system works smoothly together to propel life forward. Food chain, natural selection, and disaster are natural.
Human used to belong to nature, but no longer. The biggest mistake, which is also the magnificent magic of life, was to present human with a mind. The mind that can think, communicate, predict the future and reason. It is the mind that invented the tools, and eventually technology. The inventions put a halt to the natural wheel of evolution.
One of the biggest problem is that human defied natural selection. With the availability of medicine and technology, human's longevity has increased significantly. Death at young age or due to diseases are also less remarkable. In fact, whether they are good genes or bad genes, they are passed to the next generation. Population quality no longer relies on survival skill, but rather on civil skill. Besides, human is all over the surface of the Earth now, and they claim that the Earth is theirs. The truth is human is the last product of nature, is the youngest child, and therefore is the bottom heir. The way that life on Earth is operated right now is very unnatural. Some thing is wrong.
However, if I was to survive solely on my own genetic characteristics and endurance, I could very well have been eliminated already.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Nonsense talk.
Happiness does not have substance, it floats.
Why do people pursuit happiness all the time? Was it because it doesn't last? It lasts, in fact. The situation that creates happiness lasts, but happiness is gone.
Marriage is happiness. But as time goes on, even though the basket for happiness remains the same, no happiness resides inside.
Happiness floats, but it needs something to float on, or else it will sink. Ice floats on water, but if you put ice in an empty cup, it sinks.
Ice and water are of the same matter but differ in phase.
Happiness and sadness are one.
You can't feel happy without having the sadness to float the joy.
Why do people pursuit happiness all the time? Was it because it doesn't last? It lasts, in fact. The situation that creates happiness lasts, but happiness is gone.
Marriage is happiness. But as time goes on, even though the basket for happiness remains the same, no happiness resides inside.
Happiness floats, but it needs something to float on, or else it will sink. Ice floats on water, but if you put ice in an empty cup, it sinks.
Ice and water are of the same matter but differ in phase.
Happiness and sadness are one.
You can't feel happy without having the sadness to float the joy.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Summer food adventure [3]
It's been terribly hot lately, so I haven't cooked very often. But I have a few picture of some food trials that I haven't posted.
I have made several things that doesn't have pictures and tasted quite well: breaded fried shrimp; potato, carrot, cabbage soup with rib base, tofu tomato soup, and a pasta stir-fry with chicken and sausage.
This is one of the big dish that I and my friends attempted at: Crispy Roasted Pork. The sink was not very crispy, and turned out to be exceptionally salty (as we followed the recipe and rub the skin with vinegar-salt mixture). The meat tasted ok, but also salty. It could have been better. It was sort of a failure.
I have made several things that doesn't have pictures and tasted quite well: breaded fried shrimp; potato, carrot, cabbage soup with rib base, tofu tomato soup, and a pasta stir-fry with chicken and sausage.
This is one of the big dish that I and my friends attempted at: Crispy Roasted Pork. The sink was not very crispy, and turned out to be exceptionally salty (as we followed the recipe and rub the skin with vinegar-salt mixture). The meat tasted ok, but also salty. It could have been better. It was sort of a failure.
This is rice, with stuffed tofu and tomato sauce. It didn't taste too bad.
This morning, when it finally turned cool (thanks God), I made a big breakfast with pasta and over easy. Too bad I did not have tomato sauce, so I just improvised some. The sauce was very sour. Recently, I haven't succeeded much in my cooking. It made me sad and disappointed my stomach.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
ROAR
This heat is killing me!
I can never believe that I could have been so horribly unfortunate to have ended up on the fourth floor (highest floor) of a brick building, in a room so small that the air is packed. Once the heat sipped in, it won't leave. The fan is powerless compared to the packed air that won't move. The hall way is also small, and the window screen seems too strong a barrier for the wind to come in.
But if I walked downstairs, I could distinctly feel the decrease of the heat. If I walk along the basement's hallway, I feel the chill biting my skin, sucking the heat and sweat away. The difference is intolerable.
At day time, the first floor is also heated up (still cooler than the top floor). However, when the night descended, the temperature drops quickly like a person releasing a sigh. That is the first floor. It won't happen to the forth floor. No matter how much the temperature decreases, how strongly the wind hits the building, how vigorously the rain falls, the heat won't go away.
It sticks to the skin, blocks your airway, presses on you when you touch anything. It surrounded you, and won't let you escape.
The student center, library, even wellness center-basically any air conditioned resort- are closed. Academic buildings that students work in deny swipe-access during weekend. There's not much you can do within walking distance. And a walk of only a block away can drench you and torture you well enough.
This sort of situation is hopeless, and it burns me, with heat and anger!
I can never believe that I could have been so horribly unfortunate to have ended up on the fourth floor (highest floor) of a brick building, in a room so small that the air is packed. Once the heat sipped in, it won't leave. The fan is powerless compared to the packed air that won't move. The hall way is also small, and the window screen seems too strong a barrier for the wind to come in.
But if I walked downstairs, I could distinctly feel the decrease of the heat. If I walk along the basement's hallway, I feel the chill biting my skin, sucking the heat and sweat away. The difference is intolerable.
At day time, the first floor is also heated up (still cooler than the top floor). However, when the night descended, the temperature drops quickly like a person releasing a sigh. That is the first floor. It won't happen to the forth floor. No matter how much the temperature decreases, how strongly the wind hits the building, how vigorously the rain falls, the heat won't go away.
It sticks to the skin, blocks your airway, presses on you when you touch anything. It surrounded you, and won't let you escape.
The student center, library, even wellness center-basically any air conditioned resort- are closed. Academic buildings that students work in deny swipe-access during weekend. There's not much you can do within walking distance. And a walk of only a block away can drench you and torture you well enough.
This sort of situation is hopeless, and it burns me, with heat and anger!
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Burning me up
I woke up at 2AM in the morning. For a person who took a full 15 minutes to fully function, it took the heat only thirty seconds to rip me off my confused state.
I felt like I was trapped in an invisible prison of heat, I got up, sat in front of the fan, and the wind that was coming off it was only slightly less hot than the still air. I was desperate. Sitting for a while, I wondered if I could sleep sitting up. Not possible.
After a lot of deliberation, I stood up and opened the door of my room. The air outside was slightly cooler than the stuffy air block in my room, but it was nothing considerable. Still, I need to keep the door open for the air to circulate. What should I do?
I finally resolve to the solution that others had done on my floor, putting a big drapery over the door so that the air can float by easily without exposing the interior of your room to all passer-by. I moved my chair, in my hand, my bed cover piece. This should be good, I thought. Standing on the chair I reached over to the top of the door, to be disappointed by the fact that I could not even reach the ceiling where I could contemporarily hang the piece of fabric. Arghhh. The heat drove me crazy. And even if I tried to think, I could not come up with any other solution.
I moved my fan over to the plug that was closer to the door, hoping to pull in some air from outside. The problem with the door was still there.
Eventually I gave up and risk my privacy to leave the door open and go to sleep. It took me more than half an hour to fall back to sleep. Never had I been put into such a horrible situation.
I felt like I was trapped in an invisible prison of heat, I got up, sat in front of the fan, and the wind that was coming off it was only slightly less hot than the still air. I was desperate. Sitting for a while, I wondered if I could sleep sitting up. Not possible.
After a lot of deliberation, I stood up and opened the door of my room. The air outside was slightly cooler than the stuffy air block in my room, but it was nothing considerable. Still, I need to keep the door open for the air to circulate. What should I do?
I finally resolve to the solution that others had done on my floor, putting a big drapery over the door so that the air can float by easily without exposing the interior of your room to all passer-by. I moved my chair, in my hand, my bed cover piece. This should be good, I thought. Standing on the chair I reached over to the top of the door, to be disappointed by the fact that I could not even reach the ceiling where I could contemporarily hang the piece of fabric. Arghhh. The heat drove me crazy. And even if I tried to think, I could not come up with any other solution.
I moved my fan over to the plug that was closer to the door, hoping to pull in some air from outside. The problem with the door was still there.
Eventually I gave up and risk my privacy to leave the door open and go to sleep. It took me more than half an hour to fall back to sleep. Never had I been put into such a horrible situation.
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