Monday, December 29, 2008
Piano
Stories told through only song
From his soul the artist plays
What with words would take too long
Instruments of many face
Whose notes can bend and swell
Cannot surpass piano's grace
Though cut and fashioned well
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Easter
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Physical will
I move quick; head quicker still.
Lives are saved most every day
When physical submits to will.
Monday, December 22, 2008
A Friend Requested
Till he knew your name he never rested.
Now the face of a book lets him sleep at night,
For a friend not gained is a friend requested.
Along the lines of Friend...
How on earth did you ever find me?
I’m alive to sing this song,
And you are still right here beside me.
You hold me in your arms
The pains of life just fade away
And I love you all the more because
Your love for me is here to stay
What, I ask, did I ever do
To deserve a friend like you?
Monday, December 15, 2008
lose somebody
You can take advice from me.
Just dance the whole night away
And your troubles will go free.
I lost somebody I loved;
I danced until three.
Then I danced the whole night away
And my troubles, they went free.
So if you lose somebody you love
You might try dancin' with me
We'll dance the whole night away
And our troubles will go free.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Nothing to say
Saturday, November 29, 2008
"Thank you, Oh my Father..."
Change
Happiness
Weeping
Friends
Enemies
History re-counted
By a mind that loves it
And shares that love
Squirrels and fat men running around trees
Loneness in a room full of people
Inverse Tangents
Restricted Domains
Sound produced
Sound amplified
Beauty of Man
Beauty of God
Friends come
Friends gone
New friends
Old friends
Good friends
Best friends
Chats at 2:00
Amuseing conversations
Short people
Who aren't actually short
Building lives
Being built up by others
Dancing in the rain
Talking about the stars 2000 miles apart
Football and Bede
Elmo's Song
Bilabial Mental Fricatives
The wonder that causes them
Love
Wisdom
Monocles and steel whips
Slinkies
Lack of Putt-Putt
Ten Thousand Eight Hundred pounds of coal
Souls full of empty
The strength to fill them
Wisdom
Stature
Favor with both God and Men
The sine quid non of my very existence
The sustainer of my soul.
For these, I am truly thankful....To God.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Mr. President.....
God save our gracious king,
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.
Send him victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the king.
O Lord and God arise,
Scatter his enemies
And make them fall
Confound their politics
Frustrate their knavish tricks
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save the king.
Thy choicest gifts in store
Oh him be pleased to pour,
Long may he reign.
May he defend our laws
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the king.
Nor on this land alone,
But be God's mercies known
From shore to shore
Lord, make the nation see
That men should brothers be,
And form one family
The wide world o'er
British national Anthem
Monday, November 3, 2008
E Pluribus, Unum
Here I am, sitting on the shoulders of Great Men and Women who have come before me. I stand on the shoulders of Patriots and Pilgrims, Politicians and Philosophers. I am supported by men who have died for my freedom, who have given their life for mine. All these men have worked diligently to preserve my right to Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Property, and I can now join their ranks. This year marks my progression into legal adulthood, and thus my ability to vote. Tomorrow is my opportunity, my duty, to cast my say to support a man who best of the candidates embodies what this country before me has stood for. I pray that the Lord God will guide and direct the nation according to His will, and will embody the next President to defend and uphold the virtues and rights of the people of these United States of America.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
When in Rome...
In a history book
"Not only do, but also as
The Romans you should look."
I had no mirror in which to gaze,
So I a photo took
Because my fear’s in a Toga,
I knew not how I’d look.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
A Museuse of a word
for humor I have writ.
But when my Muse makes horrid puns,
I find my Muse a twit.
Friday, October 24, 2008
The Music of the Spheres
And around me rings
The music of the Spheres.”
“Space”, the dark frontier, the infinite void, unexplored, inexplorable. Man’s concept of the universe is not an infinitely large one, it is most certainly much closer to nonexistent. It is only a recent “advance” in thinking that “space” is mostly nothing with a few lifeless balls of fire and debris. Only recently, are the planets only stone, and the stars just burning gas. Not long ago, Planets moved in Spheres with the Earth as the center, not as the most important, but as the lowest. Every other direction was up. Those Spheres would make music on a cosmic scale, singing to their Creator, as the planets in their orbits would dance to their music.
Modern science cannot detect anything but electromagnetic waves coming from the stars, so they claim they are lifeless blobs on a dark background. To be sure, they can’t detect anymore from you. No, The stars sing in the Heavens! They harmonize, wheeling round in perfect obedience to their master, shining His light in the night, in an ever unfolding dance so perfectly choreographed, by The Perfect King of it all.
No, my friend, the Heavens are not void, but full of testimony of God, the Infinite Creator of us all.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Friendship
Here is a friendship poem:
Lord each day you make us close,
yes closer all the time.
Lord make us closer, closer still,
yes, closer still to thine.
Elks and Eels and Elephants....and Mimes.
The elks and the eels and the elephants
Sing out their sad song of silence.
The stars ceased singing the songs of the spheres
And looked down from heaven with weeping tears.
The king of the earth with ruinous words
Rejected the beasts, fish, and the birds,
Called himself the only king.
But God, true king of everything
Would not let man continue to sing.
Prelude, Chorus, verse one done.
Verse two begins with God’s own son
Here's another one I wrote for valentines day....
Since today is Valentine’s
I thought I would compose these lines.
Not for love; to woo or pine
But that you are a friend of mine.
I was looking for one specifically, but I can't seem to locate it. I'll have to find it and post it when i get the time. Till then, enjoy Mime Mortality:
It has been a long long time
I think I need to kill a Mime.
Because they will not ever cry
When forced to speak, they’d rather die.
This one I have no clue how it came to be. My Muse must have been on something at the time.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Txt
English 1110
Essay #4 Final Draft
The telephone, invented in 1876, is a device that allows you to talk to another person over short or vast distances. You can hear the tones and inflections in the other person’s voice that show emotion. It is, though, a far cry from talking to someone in person, as you lose gestures, facial expressions, and especially the emotion in their eyes. The gap between a face-to-face meeting and mere telephone speech is a large one, and the reduction from voice to print is even greater.
The printed word is a medium that lacks emotion. Inflection is reduced to punctuation. Even something as silly as, “I dislike your shabby poodle,” can be read as either offensive or sarcastic. The emotional ambiguity on its own gives you two options. You can say things that are unambiguous, or you can ambiguously say things with their emotion defined by context and punctuation. Cell phone text messaging is biased towards the latter. Texting cannot carry emotion. Any emotion shown is a product of context, but in texting context is stripped away. You can only send 160 characters per message, using nine keys instead of 26, and punctuation is hard to do, requiring more characters and keystrokes. You certainly cannot write a philosophical treatise over text. No, you can’t even really say anything important, as emotion, context, and length are removed. Both quality and quantity are lacking.
On the other hand, texting does positively allow us to send tiny bytes of knowledge to people without the need or bother of a phone call. You can send someone information who you know is in a meeting, or in a show. You can also use it if you need to say something when you can’t make noise. Texting is not without its uses, but the limitation of the tool defines what we can say with it. When people try to communicate something serious in a text message, it more often than not results in confusion and mixed messages. The limited capabilities of texting contribute to this negative result. When you try to say more than a medium is designed to communicate, your original meaning gets lost.
Proverbs 16:22 says, "A wise man’s heart guides his mouth." You are responsible not only for what you say but also how you say it. It is important to choose a way of communicating that is capable of expressing what you want to communicate. You must be wise in how you let the medium of communication affect your message.
L8er.
Friday, October 17, 2008
God Reflected
Folly of fools this fool hath been.
I tried to love in ways that lacked meaning;
Hurt you, hurt all, above hurting me.
God has taught me many great lessons;
My paths and choices He has directed.
Love does not envy or boast in pride;
Love in truth is God reflected.
And so as a friend I send you this message
My changed character lends that it’s true.
I do not love with foolish attraction
But as a friend, I truly love you.
Thank you dear friend for all that you mean
to me in my life; I look now and see.
I pray that as I draw closer to God,
You will be drawn closer to me.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Till death do you part
:)
God bless Luke and Liz and their lives together. May they always trust in Him and may their children be a testament to their parents and their own faithfulness. God bless, and Amen.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Anticharacter
Symbols are a way of expressing thoughts, transposing our feelings and emotions that otherwise could not be expressed in plain words. Some stories express their characters explicitly, while others only implicitly through the use of symbols. Ernest Hemingway’s Hills Like White Elephants is such a story that is driven mainly by its metaphoric imagery. It is by this language that we gain considerable deep insight into the characters in the story and we connect with them in meaningful ways.
Often when I read a story I find myself loving a character, whether it has noble qualities, or is wiser than most, or maybe it is just simply lovable. That feeling, that interest, draws me into the story and I feel with the character and react with its reactions. It is a rarer instance that the main character is actually un-lovable, contrastingly lacking in virtue. An author in this way is effective, not by getting me to connect with his characters, but to react against them.
Hemingway accomplishes this in his story. It is about a man and a girl in a train station near the river Ebro in Spain. Our short glimpse of them takes place over just forty minutes, before their train arrives. It is never explicitly stated, but it is implied that they are talking about the girl, Jig, getting an abortion. We get hints of this, not mainly from the dialogue, as all that’s talked about is an “operation” (pg.323, ln.42), but from the imagery surrounding it. The hills represent pregnancy, and the dictionary defines a white elephant as “a valuable possession whose upkeep is excessively expensive.” The two parallel pairs of train tracks suggest a great decision with only two, opposite alternatives. They also suggest the distance between the two character's views of the matter, that they’re walking side by side, going opposite directions.
The man, described only as “the American,” (322.1) is selfish, thinking really only of himself, although he says that he only cares for Jig. In the end, Jig is faced with two decisions, abort the living baby within her and continue her life with the man, or be left in a very Catholic Spain, facing shame and ridicule alone, very alone. We get the sense that the man fears responsibility, in fact he actively flees it. He treats the abortion as “perfectly simple” (324.93), “really not anything, just to let the air in” (323.44), saying that he cares for her, but really thinks just for his own ease and care-free lifestyle.
The train tracks symbolize a decision, a way of life. The man chose to follow his own passions and inclinations, as opposed to the harder course, but the best. In contrast to the familiar words of Robert Frost, “I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference,” the man chose the oft traveled, but worse, direction.
The luggage seems to signify how the man treats Jig, it has stickers from many hotels, suggesting they’ve traveled often, and at the end, when Jig seems to give up arguing, just asking him to “please please please please please please please stop talking” (224.98), he moves the luggage to the other side of the train station, preparing to move ahead with his plan, dragging her decision along with his, powerfully, like a locomotive.
This man goes against everything I hold and live by. He is the antithesis of my character. He’s un-lovable. He’s a cad. A man should guard not only himself in a relationship, but also a woman, both emotionally and physically. If he fails to do so, as the man in this story has done, he should take responsibility for his actions in front of God. The virtuous and right response would be for him to marry Jig, and settle down with her, to think of her before himself, as a noble character would do, but he clearly has no intention of doing so. The situation was not unavoidable, and the American is not incapable of changing his situation, as Jig is at this point (although she is partly responsible for getting there.) He is morally responsible. Or should I say, immorally irresponsible?
Ernest Hemingway, by stark contrast to what I know is right, is effective in getting me to look at not only the characters he puts forth, but also to examine myself. What I despise shows all the clearer what I hold dear. The man is a negative metaphor, an opposite image of myself, a thought expertly expressed in such brilliant symbols.
Hemingway, Ernst. “Hills Like White Elephants.” Literature and the Writing Process. Ed. Elizabeth McMahan, Susan X. Day, and Robert Funk. 8th ed. Upper Saddle River: Prentice, 2007.
"white elephant." WordNet® 3.0. Princeton University. 29 Sep. 2008.
Frost, Robert. Mountain Interval. New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1920; Bartleby.com, 1999. www.bartleby.com/119/. [1 Oct. 2008].
Monday, September 29, 2008
Imperfection
To think that not being rested justifies wrong thinking! When I get tired, it starts off that I shut up into myself as a guard at first, but then once I feel "safe" I let down my emotional guard. Interestingly enough, that's the time when I write my best poetry. But unfortunately, I also get more emotional, and my feelings get freer. It is when I'm at the tiredest that I feel the most selfish, the most self pity. I want people to feel sorry for me, I want an emotive outlet. What I really want is me, and not God. What a fool am I!
It was at such a time this afternoon that I was talking to my good friend and I asked how she was and she told me of how she was scheduled at her job to work this Sunday, and she refused to do so, said she was bordering on quitting. She said that she found someone to cover her shift that day, but had to work late the day before.
Here I was subconsciously thinking of myself, and here she was thinking not about herself, but striving to please God. A chasm grew between us, with me on the far lower side. I was proud of her, Oh so very proud, but I was utterly ashamed of myself. I've been making excuses and coming with ways to justify myself. Never more. "Quoth the raven, Nevermore." Nothing is an excuse for what I do. All I can control is myself, and i cant even control that.
You are the beginning and end, but I am nothing. Dear lord, please take my life and make it yours. Help me do your will each day, Guide my paths. May my wisdom be shown as foolishness, and may your grace be my wisdom now and evermore.
Change my heart, oh God
Make it ever true.
Change my heart, oh God
May I be like you.
Amen
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Twilight to Dawn
The new day is here.
The old day is gone;
There is nothing to fear.
In this new light
We see his greatness
Both day and night
Our God watches o'er us
Friday, September 26, 2008
Paul of Tarsus - Final draft
Philosophy 1500
Paul of Tarsus
There’s a funny thing about humans. They only read what interests them. People wouldn’t keep reading books over and over through the years if they were bored to tears by them. The reason we still read about ever-questioning Socrates in the works of Plato is that it is interesting, and it still has something relevant to say to us 2300 years later. That being said, the greatness of books and their writers is determined by their influence over time and across the world.
The most widely distributed and read book in the world is the Bible. It is truly a great piece of literature. Its 66 books are split into two “halves”, the Old Testament, and the New Testament. Of the 27 books in the New Testament, Paul of Tarsus wrote 13, possibly 14 of them.
Paul was born in Tarsus, and became one of the Jewish Pharisee sect, and would have studied the Old Testament extensively. Paul was also a Roman citizen, and his knowledge of philosophy shows itself throughout his writing. “Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this age?” (1Corinthians 1:20) He was a monotheist, and he interacted with various influential philosophies of his day, and was intellectually active with the culture. Paul was influential in starting churches all throughout Asia Minor, having traveled through the region three times. The cities he went through were major cosmopolitan areas, centers of travel, and all manner of philosophers and philosophies were present. “He reasoned in the synagogue with the Jews and the God-fearing Greeks, as well as in the marketplace day by day with those who happened to be there. A group of Epicurean and Stoic philosophers began to dispute with him.” (Acts 17:17, 18) He left behind churches wherever he went, and he maintained contact with them, instructing them, correcting them, and answering letters they had sent him.
His structure and logic is brilliant. Most every paragraph starts with “but, now, so,” or “therefore,” so characteristic of philosophic language. He employed rhetoric in his writing, his epistolary style is rich with imagery, and he employed visuals as mnemonic systems to aid in memory like the ones Aristotle had defined 400 years before. In his letter to the Ephesians, after making six main points, he provides an image of the armor of a soldier so the readers can “see” the points. “Therefore put on the full armor of God… Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God” (Ephesians 6, 13-17). “Memory,” says Cicero, “is the firm perception in the soul of things and words” (De invention, I, vii, 9) and Paul accomplishes that in his readers expertly.
His words are ageless, as can be seen by the observation that they are still looked at to gain wisdom after almost 2000 years, and are all relevant to us now, today. The topics he talks about range from the nature of God and human morality, to love and the definition of wisdom, and they fascinate us. We keep coming back to his writing time and time again, and it has truly stood the test of time. He is most certainly a great philosopher.
Works Cited
NIV Archeological Study Bible. Dr. Duane A. Garrett, gen. ed. Grand Rapids, Michigan: Zondervan, 2005. 1 Corinthians 1:20, Acts 17:17, 18, Ephesians 6, 13-17
Cicero, Marcus Tullius. De Inventione. Trans H.M. Hubbell. Cambridge, Massachusetts: Harvard Classical Library Loeb Edition, 1949
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The writing process
"Paul is..."
No, I need an intro. Something that will grab my readers attention. *pokes around on google for some input* What am i thinking! I didn't take four years of studying Great Books for nothing! Reminds me of something Mr C. talked about...
"There’s a funny thing about humans. They only read what interests them.
People wouldn’t keep reading books over and over through the years if
they were bored to tears by them."
Yes, that's good. Now, to move from that to the subject matter; I'd better tie it to philosophy before I proceed.
"The reason we still read about ever-questioning Socrates in the works
of Plato is that it is interesting, and it still has something relevant
to say to us 2300 years later."
Ok, now for a general statement upon which to build a thesis.
"That being said, the greatness of books and their writers is determined
by their influence over time and across the world."
Now to provide a backdrop for Paul's writings.
"The most widely distributed and read book in the world is the Bible.
It is truly a great piece of literature. I’s 66 books are split into two
“halves”, the Old Testament, and the New Testament. Of the 27 books in the
new testament, Paul of Tarsus wrote 13, possibly 14 of them. "
A brief history of Paul then launches us into looking at his work.
"Paul was born in Tarsus, as Saul, and became one of the Jewish
Pharisee sect, and would have studied the Old Testament extensively.
Paul was also a roman citizen, and his knowledge of philosophy shows
itself all throughout his writing."
It helps in philosophy to throw in the words, "knowledge," or "wisdom" every once in a while, and when the author you're writing about says them himself, it's even better!
"Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this
age? (1Corinthians 1:20)
His structure and logic is brilliant. Most every paragraph stars with
“but, now, so,” or “therefore,” so characteristic of philosophic language."
Thinking of some cool things in Paul's writings that stand out, I thought of the armor of the spirit at the end of Ephesians. It's so brilliant, I couldn't leave it out!
"His epistolary style is rich with imagery, and he employs visuals as mnemonic systems to aid in memory. In his letter to the Ephesians, after making six main points, he provides the image of the armor of a soldier.
Therefore put on the full armor of God… Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God (Ephesians 6, 13-17)."
I need to tie what Paul did to someone famous...
“Memory,” says Cicero, “is the firm perception in the soul of things and words” (De invention, I, vii, 9) and Paul does that expertly."
Not complete yet, more to be edited in soon!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tangible Tangent?
Questions of science, Science and progress, Do not speak as loud as my heart"
In all my classes, I get to use my brain. Sin 45* comes in, and 1 over radical 2 goes out. Stories analyzed, logic tested, formulae derived, but it's all on paper. In philosophy, we keep looking at different thoughts and fallacies, and then.......I leave the room. un-shaken and stable, I live my life....my real life. God didn't create a hypothetical universe, he created a real one. Thoughts were made to have consequences, so when the consequences are stripped down to the abstract, the thoughts are "meaningless, a chasing after the wind."
I tore down a set for an outdoor show earlier in the week, and it felt great. My mind was calculating where screws were, how each board, each beam was assembled. but it wasn't abstract, as I then tore it down. I climbed up that ladder, tore those shingles, pried that plywood. The errors in my calculations were real, and I could feel them, tangible. The cuts and bruises on my hands speak of my errors, but the pile of lumber in the shop speaks of my success. That, to me, is far greater an achievement than a 95/100.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
What is Philosophy?
Philosophy, from the Greek, Philos-Love and Sophia-Wisdom, literally “love of wisdom,” is the pursuit of knowledge, or Wisdom. “Oh, well that explains everything!” No, “What is Wisdom?” you’ll ask.
Bertrand Russell suggests that Philosophy is continually asking questions without knowledge as an end to be sought. “Philosophy is to be studied, not for the sake of definite answers to its questions since no definite answers can, as a rule, be known to be true, but rather for the sake of the questions themselves.”(Russell, Bertrand Pg.28)
Philosophy’s end is itself. This is circular reasoning, and is not logical. The definition breaks down. For instance, when a man is hungry, he longs after food. Does he eat just so he can become hungry? Is hunger really the thing sought? No, a man hungers for food who has none, but a man who has food does not long to be hungry. Wisdom must be an end to the pursuit of it or the pursuit is “Meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” (NIV, Ecclesiastes 1:14)
Socrates says that the wisest man knows he knows nothing. Artisans have knowledge in their art, but in their pride think they know more than they actually do and are thus fools. Wisdom, then, is accurately knowing what one knows. It could be said that Wisdom is humility. Humility is admitting that you don’t know, opening yourself to a greater understanding. So, Philosophy is the pursuit of knowledge in humility. God knows everything, and He understands that he knows everything, thus He is ultimately wise.
Solomon comes to this same idea as he ends his book on the pursuit of wisdom saying,
“Now all has been heard;
here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the whole duty of man.
For God will bring every deed into judgment,
including every hidden thing,
whether it is good or evil.” (NIV, Ecclesiastes 12:13,14)
Socrates, who came around 500 years after Solomon, agrees saying, “Only God is wise.” (Plato, Pg. 9) Solomon says that God is all knowing and all wise and wisdom is found in the pursuit of and submission to Him. The only one who knows everything and knows that he knows everything is God. So, Philosophy in essence is the pursuit of God and His perfect Wisdom.
Works Cited
Russell, Bertrand. “The value of Philosophy.” Philosophy, The Quest For Truth. Sixth
Edition. Louis P. Pojman. New York: Oxford Press, 2006. Page 28
NIV Archeological Study Bible. Dr. Duane A. Garrett, gen. ed. Grand Rapids, Michigan: Zondervan, 2005. Ecclesiastes 1:14, 12:13,14.
Plato. “Socratic Wisdom.” Philosophy, The Quest For Truth. Sixth Edition. Louis P. Pojman. New York: Oxford Press, 2006. Page 9
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Measure of a man
As I mature my muscles grow.
Jesus increased in wisdom,
this his stature showed.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Chat here.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Head heaved high with hay
Blown about by the wind.
I knew not where my error was
Nor ever if I’d sinned.
My folly was my wisdom,
And my wisdom was divine
I’d take each proverb I had heard
And quote it loud as mine!
I had a brilliant poem for
Those fools rich or poor
But a man who’s always right
A crowd will ne’er adore
So lacking all humility
And proudly I would say,
“I may be wrong; For after all,
My head’s heaved high with hay!”
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Farewell, Farewell Great Ship, Titanic.
So, may we meet again, dear friends. As we depart the empty stage tomorrow, may you ever remember me, as I will remember you. You have truly changed my life, and I hope I have blessed yours. May God bless you in all that you do, everywhere you go, and who you become. :)
Sunday, July 20, 2008
And I quote,
It seems that when I want to express myself, the best way is with the words of greater men and women, whether from a book I read or a song I have heard, their words seem to express what I yet cannot. Their thoughts seem to be on a higher plane, not completely alien to my mind in it's infancy, but the perfection of how I want to think.
As a kid in church I used to imitate an older gentelman in how I sat when I prayed and how I sang. Mere imitation on a physical level.
The strongest memory I have of Bill Bennet is when he prayed. It sounded like he was talking to his dad. Like Jesus when he said when praying, "Abba" which is roughly translated as "Daddy" Mr. Bennet has since gone home to be with his father, but that memory remains impressed upon my heart and mind. When I pray, I try to emulate Mr. Bennet. but it's no longer a mere physical thing. I'm beginning to understand the depth to his relationship with God, as mine deepens.
I realize that it is not enough to have role models, but I should strive to become one myself. Imitation is necessary to learn, but there is a time to eat solid food and not only learn, but be learned from.
Here I am in the dawn of my life. It's been a nice morning, but the evening, it is promised, will be beautiful.
My goal for the end of my life is to be imitated, to leave a lasting legacy for ages to come. And when I die, I want people to know that God has said to me, "Welcome home, good and faithful servant"
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Somehow, I don't think I'd be any wiser for it. I think that I would get fed up with myself and ignore me. Most of the time, I don't listen to God, who does know what will happen, and I blatantly ignore Him; Why should I listen to a finite wretch like myself?
(Hi, Lincoln!)
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Mirror Images
And yet...I fall so short. :-/
I don't feel like a Man when my being is not reflecting His. I'm not complete till I return his love. And not just an emotive love, a feeling, but where my whole being, heart soul and mind, perfectly balanced, embrace God completely and are filled up...and consumed.
Change my heart, Oh God. Make it ever true. Change my heart, Oh God. May I be like You.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Joy
Friday, April 18, 2008
Pain
Pain is real. It’s almost the realest thing I know. Philosophers argue in circles about what reality is, and whether you can know anything, and the only real way to break the circle is pain. It practically shatters it. To see if you’re awake, you pinch yourself. What is pain, you ask? Pain is the woman standing crying at your door with her two year-old daughter after a fight. It is the two year-old alarmed saying, “Mommy, are you alright? Why are you crying mommy?” Pain is the cry of the man who is dying, slowly without a cure, who you’ve never seen cry. Ever. Pain is the man who can remember the wing-span of the first airplane he flew, but can’t remember what happened the day before. Pain is knowing that some of the best men you know, your role models, are slowly dying, and won’t be there in a few years…
Why?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
A pressing issue
http://jewishworldreview.com/cols/charen120707.php3
Mona starts off by telling us where she was during the infamous Virginia Tech school shooting. We immediately remember where we were, what we were doing when we heard the news. While she has us thinking with her, she tells she felt anger, and we feel it with her. Already, by the end of the first paragraph, Mona has touched the pathos of our emotions.
She goes on to call to mind other, equally horrible shootings, and shows that there is a common theme to them all. We would expect that such horrible crimes are committed by the devils of humanity, for the cruelest of reasons, but we are surprised, and our souls are deeply disturbed by what she is suggesting. These “outcasts” of society are generated by society and are doing these things for fame. A man has two things that are his and his alone; Life, and a name, the former which is fleeting, and the latter which more often than not passes away silently with the first. People will kill to be remembered. It reminds you especially of Achilles in Homer’s Illiad, where he chose fame over a long life. Recalling to mind a verse I wrote:
“A Mortal has but life and name,
Long life or e’erlasting mem’ry gain
‘Twas Achilles choice to choose;
Fore’er in mem’ry, but life to lose”
The main point of her essay is that the media is giving them the fame they desire. What disturbs the soul the most is that what makes the popular media popular is the people. The middle class audience with multiple TVs and about a computer per person, with the paper delivered to their door cannot but take another look at themselves. If a plead for fame, no matter how horrible, is presented right, we are persuaded by the media not only to answer the request, but encourage the next person that it’s worth it.
She gives an exhortation for the media to stop encouraging indirectly(or directly, depending how you look at it) current and potential killers. This exhortation is also directed at us.
Mona gets you to feel emotion with her so you keep reading, and connect with her logic on a deeper level so you feel as if her thoughts are your own. She clearly portrays shootings in a light that pulls us closer to her argument. Presenting us with stories that create questions, she then answers them for us. She then takes us to the point of the article and shows us that we are personally greatly responsible. We are transported out of ourselves by the very act of being transported quite into ourselves. This is sublime, and is good rhetoric.
Reading this Essay reminds me immediately of the book that started the year, Neil Postman’s Amusing Ourselves to Death, and after reading ten books this class, I am fully In agreement with the title of the book that wraps the year up in Great books, Ideas really do have consequences.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Dostoevsky and the complete man
In the study of rhetoric, there are three things you can appeal to; Logos, which is logic, Ethos, which is ethics or morality, and Pathos, which is the appeal to the emotions. These make up the entire human being, and thus Rhetoricians of old said to appeal to the whole man. I was reading Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov and I noticed that each of the three brothers correspond to the three appeals of rhetoric. We begin the book meeting Ivan, who is a rationalist, Dimitri, who is a sensualist, and Alyosha a monk, who is a moralist. Dostoevsky speaks to the whole man, not just the intellect, like a technical manual, or to the emotions, like a soap opera, but to the mind, heart, and soul of the reader. Making that connection brought to mind a verse in Matthew 22:37, when the Pharisees asked Jesus what is the greatest commandment. Jesus responded, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ “ We are commanded to love God with the whole of our being. Man was perfectly designed to be with God. His soul was molded by God, and in turn, God fits the mold perfectly, because he created it. God appeals to all aspects of a man; Heart, Soul, and Mind, and it is precisely that complete self with which we should love God.
No workable idea is complete without all three being answered for. “Cultures have risen and fallen based on their failure to emphasize all three characteristics of man; Rome degraded into sensuality, The Enlightenment suppressed emotion, Romantics relied overmuch on it.”(J.S. Nicolas) Atheism is built in the mind, and is formed on pure, cold reason, and mind you, on its suppositions it is very logical, but it has no answer for morality, and emotions are a just a hiccup in nature. Atheism does not appeal to the whole man. Ascetic Gnosticism denied the emotional characteristic of Man, and said he should be ruled by Ethos mainly, and Logos along side. Libertine Gnosticism denied morality and ethics, in favor of emotions. Gnosticism does not appeal to the complete man. The only thing that appeals to the whole man completely and perfectly is God. "The greatest commandment is this; You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and all your mind." God is the great orator.
Seeing Man as three parts makes the trinity easily understandable (as far as we can understand it.) For some reason, the idea of three in one is hard to think about if you don't understand man. Like Jesus said to Nicodemus, "I have spoken to you of earthly things and you do not believe; how then will you believe if I speak of heavenly things?" It's easier to understand the concept of a skyscraper, if you see a picture of a skyscraper; it’s easier to understand God, if we look at the image of God. But to confuse the two-to take the image for God-is a grave error in deed
Beauty is a reflection of God. What we perceive as beautiful is such because God has left his hand print on everything he's made. Good art is not only technically brilliant, but it inspires emotion, an also moves your soul. Think about the music you love. All the musical theory is excellent (Logos), it makes you feel a particular emotion (Pathos), and it gives you inspiration, and you admire it with your soul. (Ethos) You love a musical piece when all three things happen. Joy is when all three aspects of our being are fulfilled. That's why beauty is joyful, and why joy is beautiful. A Christian feels constant joy because God completes our whole being!
I learned a lot about myself, while reading Brothers Karamazov. Dostoevsky transports you out of yourself, and only then you can you look back and see yourself, and be transformed for the better. The situations and episodes are unlike most anything that I’ve experienced, but he presents them in a way most like everything. He creates a reality quite real. The conflicts between the characters ring familiar the conflict inside us. His characters are so like us that we think alongside them, and we feel we think for them, and above all, we learn from them. A part of me left me when I finished the book, because it affected the whole of me. I was almost sad to leave a world so real. I think I may go visit again sometime. :-)
Sublimity in persuasion
“Genius, it is said, is born and does not come of teaching”.(On the Sublime, Ch.2) It essentially comes from nature, not art. But nature is both improved and checked by art, “for genius needs the curb as often as the spur.” (Ch.2) Genius unchecked strays into superfluous grandeur, and unspurred fails to move us. Sublimity walks hand in hand with subtlety. The audience should not be conscious that they are being influenced, and should feel as if they are thinking along with the orator. “The true sublime naturally elevates us: uplifted with a sense of proud exaltation, we are filled with joy and pride, as if we ourselves had produced the very thing we heard” (Ch.7) What Longinus terms as sublimity is what the orator ultimately aims at. Rhetoric is the art of creating the circumstances conducive to persuasion, clearing the obstructions, literary goo gone, if you will. Persuasion happens most easily when the audience aren’t caught up with personal prejudices, and when it feels that the thoughts of the speaker are their own. “The effect of genius is not to persuade the audience, but to transport them out of themselves”. (Ch.1) The Orator should appeal to the whole man, the intellect, emotions, and soul of the auditor. The audience will truly be transported out of themselves, if they are transported into themselves. The golden rule for composing speeches is “know your audience”, and to be sublime is to make them know their selves also. When presented with themselves they can then think for themselves, and thus persuasion is possible.
A great example of Sublimity is Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov. He creates characters so like us, that we think alongside them, and we feel we think for them. He transports you out of yourself, and only then you can you look back and see yourself, and be transformed.
Brothers Karamazov
In the study of rhetoric, there are three things you can appeal to; Logos, which is logic, Ethos, which is ethics or morality, and Pathos, which is the appeal to the emotions. These make up the entire human being, and thus Rhetoricians of old said to appeal to the whole man. I was reading Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov and I noticed that each of the three brothers correspond to the three appeals of rhetoric. We begin the book meeting Ivan, who is a rationalist, Dimitri, who is a sensualist, and Alyosha a monk, who is a moralist. Dostoevsky speaks to the whole man, not just the intellect, like a technical manual, or to the emotions, like a soap opera, but to the mind, heart, and soul of the reader. The conflicts between the three characters ring familiar the conflict inside us. I learned a lot about myself, while reading. The situations and episodes are unlike most anything that I’ve experienced, but he presents them in a way most like everything. He creates a reality quite real. A part of me left me when I finished the book, because it affected the whole of me. I was almost sad to leave a world so real. I think I may go visit again sometime. :-)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Welcome to The Orator's Education
In many of the blogs I've seen, People often express their emotions, sometimes their mind, and rarely their soul. Hopefully this will be a balance of all three, continually checked by each other, and I hope that that the expression of those three in this complete man will be glorifying to God. That is my wish, and prayer, and the most essential aim to this blog.