Tuesday, April 8, 2014

slouching towards serenity and silence and surcease

Slouching towards Serenity and Silence and Surcease

I am now 65 years old. It's not too early for me to take stock of where I am. Life is a slow slouching towards serenity, silence, and finally surcease. 

The Why and How are more important than the What, When, and Where. Fools and assholes know about the last three, and are barely concerned with the explanatory powers and processes of the Why and How. 

Philosophy is a person's worldview (Weltanschauung). It comprises everything about the person: how he regards himself and others, his religion, ethics, politics, views about (his) existence and knowledge, etc...

A man and his philosophy are inseparable. Siddartha Gautama was right. We are what we think. I would like to amplify on that dictum by saying we are what and how we think. 

Humains are social animals so we tend to live and function in groups. That intensifies a need to know who we are and where we stand in relation to others. A man's behavior must be consistent with his make-up and his position in society. That's where the assholes, fools, and scumbags get me wrong because they think I am just like them in values and talents. They are too stupid to realize the following:

1. I am a different bird. I revel and rejoice in being different from most other humans. As I said earlier, my sense of alienation and estrangement runs deep. I am not really a social and herd animal like them. I like being alone. I interact with other humans because I have to occasionally, not because I really want to. They stupidly think the issue of ostracism is a big deal. To me, on the contrary, to be great is to be misunderstood.

2. Not only I am different, I am also better than most humans. How's so? I keep my word. I don't lie. I am better looking. My physique is better. I look younger than my age. I am better read, especially in world history, literature, and philosophy. Many, many women are attracted to me, even now. I can converse in 4 languages and can read 3 more, and have cursory reading knowledge of another 3. I can express myself in English far better than they ever do, both as a writer of fiction and nonfiction, not counting as a writer of both verse and prose. 

3. Everyday, I am conscious of the fact that while there are many humans who are better endowed than me in intelligence, values, and physical attributes, I am at least in the top 5-10% of the human race. The more I interact with humans, the more I am convinced of that "fact". So the assholes and scumbags had better get used to that attitude of mine. I despise them and I feel superior to them. I have not resorted to exterminating them because there are so many of them in this world. More importantly, I am intelligent enough to realize that violence is usually part of the problem, and is rarely part of the solution, unless it is in self-defense and wars of conquest when the outcome is assured. That does not mean that for the sake of my psychic health, I don't revel and rejoice in the misfortunes of those I hate and despise. I don't need to personally bring death and destruction to them. Let they or others do that to them. 

4. Sarcasm and condescension are forms of aggression, stupidly used by many fools and assholes. They get a kick out of practicing these "black" arts. They are too stupid to know that aggression invites aggression, and half-assed measures usually backfire. Either you  are aggressive all the way and exterminate your target or stay out of conflicts.There's no point to make your enemy aware of your attitude to them. I know two bitches who are short of stature, physically intellectually, and socially. Because of their puny size of physique and intellect, they use their mouths as a weapon. Boy, it's really pathetic to see how they have hurt themselves. Unresolved inferiority complex is very pernicious to their development. But they are both too stupid to realize that they need to improve their character. 

Am I like them? I am not so sure about that. But I do wonder about that possibility a lot. See you. I have to go make some money. I can't just lie here in bed pontificating about life  and its meaning all day. I have bills to pay and myself to be responsible for. 

A man must learn to take care at least of himself.

Thus spoke Wissai
April 8, 2014

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Interconnected

Interconnected

If you take the time to read slowly everything I have written, you'd see that there's an interconnectedness among them. 

1. To be human is to be aware of one's mortality. 
2. To philosophize is to learn to come to terms with one's mortality.
3. With Death is the end game and the equalizer of all humans, what's the meaning of one's existence? Is it the pursuit of hedonism, power, fame and glory, self-actualization, or altruism, or all of the above. 
4. One must know who one is and where one stands in relation to others.
5. Pride is different from Ego.
6. To lie to others and to oneself, to bear false witness against others, and to slander and cast aspersions on the character of others, do not change realities. It just makes one look despicable and cowardly. To play under-handed and sub-rosa games is the choice of cowards and assholes and scumbags. 
7. I am definitely superior, morally and intellectually, to at least 90-95% of the human animals whom I have met. 

Thus spoke Wissai
April 5, 2014

Dreamer

Dreamer

Several persons expressed disgust with me for "boasting" (their word, not mine) that I have known 24 women. They said I am a male whore, a pimp, a womanizer, and many other delectable and delicious names unfit to be repeated in a public setting. My "critics" got me all wrong. 

I was a shy, insecure, diffident, bashful young man. At the age of 18, I fell in love, with a "wrong" girl, named 67. She thought I was too childish and too untalented for her. I was devastated. I went home and cried like a child. By chance, later, I got acquainted in college with a former classmate (Laura) of hers. I didn't know they were classmates until after Laura became my girlfriend. I didn't love Laura at first. She romanticized the relationship (she told me) and so did I. I didn't love her until the third year of the relationship. I should not have loved her at all, but I was idealistic and I was a dreamer. I was stupid, too. Laura, like 67, thought I was not good enough for her and her parents. She dumped me ruthlessly after finding a guy in post-graduate school. He in turn ruthlessly dumped her. Poetic justice, I said to myself after the news reached me. 

Then I got a scholarship and went overseas. I met another girl. She chased me until I foolishly surrendered. She was definitely a wrong girl, in all meanings of the word. I was stupid and naive. She and I finally went separate ways. I lost quite a bunch of money for trusting her. I told you, I was stupid. 

So what did you expect me to do? I read philosophy to calm myself. And I reached out to women of all ages and backgrounds, just to give myself an education. As I said before, I have known 24 women now. So far, only one definitely loved me although she cursed and swore at me everyday until she died of a heart attack. How did I know she loved me? Because she refused to take any money from me, after listening to the story of my life. She said, "the money you have is the result of your blood, sweat, and tears. I won't touch it. I will not touch it. I don't feel right if I touch it. Keep it, but don't you ever spend it on any fucking bitch. If I find out you did, I shall kill you." True Love is not taking. True Love is giving. It is giving of oneself, one's money, one's time, one's energy, one's heart. The woman, named Harriette, did love me with all her heart. She tried to toughen me up. She said I was a fool with women. She wanted to make sure I would become wiser after she died. I am not sure I have become wiser, but definitely I am no longer starry-eyed. 

I look young for my age, good-looking, fit, witty, and knowledgeable (from books, that is). Plus, I am a "poet". Of course, women have found me attractive (those who do not, must have sand in their eyes and rocks in their brains). Some are bitches, however, like the midgets. But JAW, I think, did love me, but she didn't understand me.  Not at all. She thought she did, but she does not, not that I am difficult to understand. She just doesn't have a mind and a heart to know who I am and where I come from. She had too much self-projection when trying to understand me. And when she doesn't get her way, she gets ugly and sarcastic. 

I don't think I am a womanizer. I don't go out of my way to seduce women. I am not the "find them, fuck them, and forget them" type. I am lousy in bed. I don't even like sex. I am a sensitive, shy, old man. That's who I am. But I like women, despite all past heartaches. Women have always been my best friends and worst enemies. 
I only have four male friends who go by Omar, Danny, Gene, and Bob. 

I have little money left, but I am not starving. I don't measure myself by the size of my bank account. That was why I threw 1.2 million dollars away. I was crazy, yes. I was stupid, yes. But that was me. I have lived on an edge. VAW (Geeze) tried to make me feel bad about myself by saying bad, hurtful things to me. I was glad she did. She gave me the strength to stay away from her. 

I live comfortably, not in splendor or luxury. I have food on the table. And I sleep in a condo (inherited from Harriette), not under a bridge.

But I am a writer of fiction. Maybe all what you have just read is just literary bullshit and fantasy. I have a rich imagination. You be the judge. I have to go make some money. I cannot just lie here all day writing about my life. See you. 

Wissai

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Truth and Philosophy

Truth and Philosophy

I don't quite understand how the human animals and assholes have to lie in order to protect their ego. They have no self-respect and they fear truths. They are emotional and intellectual cowards. Then they resort to sarcasm when put on the spot. They basically have no sense of true dignity and self-respect. Yet they wonder why I despise and look down on them. I am different from and superior to them. Therein lies my sense of alienation.

I have remarked ad nauseam that a real human must have some true Pride, not Ego in order to function effectively and to carry his head high despite adversities. Assholes and scumbags stupidly wonder why I persist in thinking highly of myself despite the absence of trappings of outward "success". They are too fucking dumb and stupid to recognize the following:

1. I know the purpose and meaning of existence.  They do not. They live like animals: they eat, sleep, fuck/masturbate when the urge comes to them, defecate and urinate, beget animals who take on their "character" and characteristics, love power and prestige, get sick, and then die. Their lives do not make an iota of difference to the environment. Nor do they contribute anything to the progress, understanding, and aesthetics of human culture and knowledge. In short, they are  not quite humans despite the appearance.

2. I know about philosophy and how to think to the core and marrow of issues. They unthinkingly believe in all the bullshit and nonsense peddled by their religious and political "leaders". Never for a moment do they realize that they are intellectual slaves. One bitch once told me that she was looked after by "God". I rhetorically asked her what the fuck about her that made her so special whereas her 6 million Jewish compatriots who perished in the Nazi concentration camps were not. Life is about native intelligence, luck and circumstances and timely correct decisions. The bitch was too stupid to know that. She only knew how to hang on a fiction, a worn-out myth to console herself while keeping on in her miserable life. A more intellectually honest bitch would do something about her life; her weight problem, her meager, tepid intellectual resources, and her inability to attract a caring male partner. Instead, she resorted to platitudinous and sarcastic remarks to get her rocks off. She is not the only stupid and self-deceiving bitch I know. Most bitches I know are like that, unfortunately.  Sick, incompetent, untalented have gravitated towards toe. I am a magnet that attracts human debris and detritus. So far the only three women that have real values are my wife, Henrietta, and Anita Sanchez. 

Henrietta didn't have much education, but her morals were those of a saint. She also was fiercely intelligent. The woman identified a problem lightning fast and came up with a solution with equal speed. She was the only woman who was not interested in how much money I still had after several disastrous ventures in finding out who I was. Her only request was that I would not go after her money. I laughed when she made that request because she didn't have much money at all. Anyway, soon after she fell hard for me, she died of a coronary thrombosis for failing to watch her diet and having a fiery temper. She left her low 5-figure savings and jewelry with me and a memory that at long last there was a woman who understood and accepted and loved me for who I was. Every morning I hit on the brass bell on the altar with a wooden stick, light an incense stick, and mumble a prayer to invoke her spirits. On the altar was her picture, a vase containing her cremated ashes, and a string of prayer beads that I bought from a mosque. 

With regard to Anita, she got a bad luck in genetic lottery. She died of the same cancer that befell her mother. 

Anyway, another bitch beseeched " God" to punish me and my son. She thought I was scared of her curses. She was too stupid to remember that I am an atheist. I don't believe in the crap about "Higher Power" and "Higher Being". The bitch was stupid. That was why her score on an Internet IQ test was only 100, and only after I had to give her some assistance after seeing her being bewildered by some questions. One thing I cannot stand about the bitches I know is that they all think they are smart when none of them bothers to read a serious book from cover to cover. I know two bitches check a bunch of books from the library and then when the due date arrive, they carry the books back after leafing through each book for no more than ten minutes. They call that "reading". I call that a game played by monkeys when handling a book. No wonder when I talk to them, they don't know shit about anything. They are as ignorant as peasants in prehistoric times. The sad thing about them is that they are college graduates. That tells me about the sad state of education nowadays. By the way, they are practically monolingual. They don't know anything about the wonders of navigating in languages other than their mother tongue. 

3. I have creative and artistic sensibilities. They do not. 

4. As I pointed out in my piece "Do you know who you are and where you stand in relation to others?", real and intelligent humans are concerned and grapple with basic existential questions, instead of "living" like stupid, unthinking animals. The assholes and scumbags and bitches who have poked fun of my assertion that I am a philosopher who also is fond of reading serious books, writing fiction and polemical essays, and learning languages, are way, way beneath me that they are not even qualified to lick my boots. 

Ironically enough, we open our mouths and we let the world know what and how we think. That's how we make enemies and hurt ourselves. We can't help ourselves. Silence is oppressive to the human mind. We want to be understood, if not respected. But alienation is endemic in the human world and is here to stay. We feel alone and will die alone. Henrietta was the only woman who helped me overcome feelings of alienation. But she died before I do. Such is life. 

April 5, 2014

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The God of big things

The God of big things

In his new book, reviewed here by Janna Thompson, Terry Eagleton explores the persistence of religious ideas in political life and culture

Secularism has taken over the trappings, doctrines and aims of religion and merely restated them in a secular form, says Terry Eagleton.
Patrick Stary/ Rosa-Luxemburg-Stiftung

Culture and the Death of God 
Terry Eagleton
Yale University Press | $34.95

THE BEST reason for not believing in the Judeo-Christian God is the suffering and evil that is so prevalent in our world. But people who experience terrible tragedies don’t often repudiate their God. Their suffering becomes a reason for adhering more strongly to their faith. Their belief in God fills a deep need that is not touched by the arguments of sceptics and atheists.

Terry Eagleton, distinguished professor of literature at the University of Lancaster, is a literary theorist and a cultural critic. He is an opponent of the “new atheism” of Richard Dawkins and Christopher Hitchens, not because he wants to defend religion but because he thinks their position shows a lack of understanding of religion, human psychology and society. Atheism, he says, is not as easy as it looks. Though we live in a secular culture that seems to have little use for religion, we have not succeeded in killing off God.

Religion, Eagleton argues, fulfils two important functions. It not only sustains individual lives by providing meaning and values that transcend mundane existence; it has also provided the glue that holds societies together by motivating people to accept the sacrifices required by morality and political life. This was why rulers of eighteenth-century Europe feared the spread of irreligious doctrines: fears that translate in modern times into a concern about how a society driven by individual self-interest can hold itself together without some unifying force. Religion was able to fulfil these functions, Eagleton thinks, because it had the ability to appeal to rich and poor, to members of the intellectual elite and to uneducated people. It combined abstruse theory with imagery and ritual, intellectual rigour with an appeal to the senses.

“The history of the modern age is among other things the search for a viceroy for God,” writes Eagleton. But nothing has succeeded in filling the role: not reason, nature, spirit, art, imagination or even culture.

The Enlightenment failed to provide a substitute for religion because of the dry, abstract nature of its principles. As Eagleton puts it, “Reason cannot offer us ecstatic fulfilment, a sense of community or wipe away the tears of those who mourn.” Indeed, most Enlightenment thinkers had no intention of disturbing the faith of the masses.

Hegel, Schelling and other Idealists recognised the failings of the Enlightenment and attempted to find an absolute grounding for existence and human freedom in a free, harmonious, transcendent subjectivity. But their abstractions had no hope of filling the gap left by a loss of religious belief. For a time, art was given the task of connecting humanity with transcendent value. Romantics saw Nature or the imagination as a source of comfort, spirituality and revelation. But art appreciation is as remote from the masses as Enlightenment reason. Nature is cruel and the imagination can create horrors.

The most plausible substitute for religion, according to Eagleton, was culture as a form of cultivation that requires spiritual inwardness as well as respect for tradition. But it, too, failed in its ability to reach down from the lofty heights inhabited by an elite to the rest of the populace.

Eagleton’s complaint against all these attempts to provide a substitute for God is that they failed to motivate the masses. The exception is nationalism, and Eagleton makes too little of its ability to unify people and motivate them to care about the fate of each other. In this respect nationalism seems a better candidate than culture as a substitute for religion. It has been responsible for evil as well as good, but so too has religion.

A more basic reason why modern thought has failed to kill off God, in Eagleton’s view, is that it has taken over the trappings, doctrines and aims of religion and merely restated them in a secular form. Enlightenment thinkers and idealists, like religious ideologues, aimed to provide a universal foundation for morality and the law. Nationalism has its rituals and its saints in the form of national heroes. Art, nature and culture are supposed to introduce us to transcendent values.

Eagleton is following in the footsteps of Nietzsche, who was, he says, one of the few to recognise that the death of God also requires the death of morality and spiritual transcendence. But Eagleton points out that even Nietzsche failed to appreciate the implications of his own philosophy when he proclaimed the coming of the Overman as the superseder of craven, guilt-ridden Man.

Only postmodernism has truly brought about the death of God. A philosophy that doesn’t need or want unequivocal truths, that is not in search of foundations and has no truck with the self as a source of meaning, has no need for God or any substitute. But God refuses to stay dead. The needs that religion fulfilled have not gone away. The resurgence of religious fundamentalism, the war against terrorism as well as the divisive tendencies of consumer capitalism are driving people back to a search for the values and certainties that religion provided.

EAGLETON performs this march through the history of Western culture with verve and style. He is knowledgeable about literature as well as philosophy and he moves with ease from Coleridge to Fichte and from T.S. Eliot to Edmund Burke. He is the master of the pungent phrase and the witty aphorism. Sometimes he is inconsistent and sometimes he is unfair to the thinkers he discusses. Rushed along by his energetic prose, though, readers are not likely to mind all that much.

Eagleton is no fan of postmodernism and he doesn’t applaud its annihilation of religion. Though his purpose is not to defend religion or to offer a solution to our predicament, he makes a few gestures in the direction he thinks we must go to dissolve the forms of life that produce a need for religion. We need a morality that begins with the human body and makes a connection with lived experience. We need a religion that takes seriously the message of Christ and his solidarity with the poor and the oppressed.

There is nothing new about these ideas. Romanticism also emphasised the body and lived experiences. Philosophers since the Enlightenment believed that morality ought to be grounded in human needs and experiences. Many reformers and revolutionaries have taken Christ’s example to heart. These recycled materials seem a poor starting point for a radical change of consciousness and society.

Eagleton’s tentative prescriptions reveal an underlying tension. He is drawn towards the Marxist idea that the need for religion, and the reason for God’s refusal to die, is found in the nature of capitalist society rather than in the inadequacies of philosophy or the needs of the human heart. He emphasises the deficits of consumer capitalism: its sterility, its encouragement of a volatile and restless subjectivity that lacks firm beliefs or grounding convictions. Because “too much doctrine is bad for consumption,” postmodernism is the philosophy that suits it.

But postmodernism is not enough to do away with the deficit. Hence the resurgence of religion and extreme ideologies. This analysis suggests that a better society (though what form it would take is not clear) would eliminate the need for religion or any substitute. Social revolution, not philosophy, is needed to bring about the death of God. But Eagleton never says this because he is well aware that religion cannot be reduced to its social functions and that the quest for a basis for morality and the values required for social and political life is an enterprise that has to be taken seriously.

Is it true that this quest has discovered no substitute for God? In following Nietzsche down the path of nihilism Eagleton is predisposed to regard any pursuit of ideals, any adherence to an ideology, any appeal to moral values as religion in disguise. He criticises John Gray for this kind of reductionism, but he engages in it himself when he claims that philosophers who attempt to justify universal values are promoting religion in another guise.

To think that truth is important, to defend human rights, or to think that we have a duty to help the poor and oppressed is not the same as having a religion. One of the differences is the way these secular beliefs are justified and held. Religious prescriptions ultimately rest on an interpretation of scriptures as the word of God or the teachings of religious authorities. Secular morality and values are justified by appeal to needs or sympathies, communal loyalties or respect for human individuals (or living things or nature). Values can be dogmatically held and Eagleton is right to point out that some philosophers believed that reason could deliver indubitable moral principles. But for the most part we have become accustomed to uncertainty and to moral beliefs supported only by the best reasons we can come up with.

Uncertainty means that there truly is no substitute for religion. There is no secular doctrine that can do what religion was supposed to do: unite us all under the umbrella of a faith, provide us with unquestionable moral rules, tell us our place in the world, give us a meaning for our existence and a worldview that brings together facts and values, empirical laws and divine will. But then religion never really did those things – not even in Christian Europe. There were always people with different faiths or different interpretations of them. There were always dissenters and heretics. There were always doubts about the Christian story of creation, resurrection and redemption. Secularism merely added to or amplified challenges that already existed.

A faith that everyone subscribes to is not a possible or desirable objective – especially in a multicultural society that contains people of many different beliefs, as well as atheists and agnostics. It is a recipe for persecution and exclusion. This is one thing postmodernists got right.

Does it really matter that there is no secular substitute for God? Eagleton seems to assume that a substitute fails if it cannot do everything that religion did (and by religion he seems to have Catholicism mostly in mind). But it is more plausible to suppose that most of us find reasons for being moral and cooperating with others, and ways of finding life meaningful, by cobbling together all sorts of beliefs, ideals and emotional propensities: our sympathy for others, our ability to find value in nature, art or relations with others, our connection to our children and grandchildren, our work, our love of country or attachment to a community, and so forth. Religion, for those who have it, is part of the mix.

Eagleton sees the history of the modern age as a search for a viceroy for God. But this search, and the problem that gave rise to it, are part of a deeper history that sometimes comes to the surface in his account. The modern age is defined by the rise of science and the split it caused between a material world determined by the laws of nature and qualities we associate with mind and spirit: thought, free will, value and spirituality. Reconciling spirit and matter, determinism and free will, or reducing one to the other, has been the principal task of modern philosophy and theology. Eliminating or reconfiguring God is just part of that job.

Eagleton’s approach to modern history is influenced by his background in literature and cultural studies. His interest is not so much in philosophical and theological theories as in their relation to society and culture. This causes him to misread the intent of some of the thinkers he discusses. They were not, for the most part, in the business of providing a substitute for all of the things that religion has done. Nor were they trying to sell a doctrine to uneducated people. But he is right to emphasise that religion has played an important role in Western societies and that its influence is by no means a thing of the past. His perspective makes him one of the most interesting of recent writers who have turned their attention to a phenomenon that many secular thinkers would prefer to ignore: the persistence of religious ideas in political life and culture. •

Janna Thompson is an Adjunct Professor at La Trobe University. Her research focuses on political and moral philosophy.

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Monday, March 31, 2014

Do U know who U R and where U stand?

Do you know who you are and where you stand?

I think I already wrote something that touched the theme laid out in the heading of this essay, but I am too lazy to look it up. Besides, it would be fun to compare later what I wrote and what I am going to write here in order to ascertain how I think and express myself over time about a subject that's near and dear to my heart.

At an early age, I was conscious that I was different from others. I was thin and lanky and suffering from two severe speech impediments: stuttering and mispronouncing certain sounds. So, my sense of alienation and estrangement took root early in childhood. Then as I grew older, especially during and right after college, I realized that my feelings, belief systems, and values were markedly different from and definitely better than most of the  "humans" with whom I came into contact. I am more rational in thinking, more sublime and artistic in feeling, and more ethical in conduct than them. I came to a realization that I am more human in terms of evolutionary development than them, although I  am far from being perfect. My shortcomings are minor although plentiful, at least from my point of view: I am hot-tempered, undiplomatic, naive, gullible, and vengeful. But I am glad to report that I am no longer stupid and trusting with regard to women. My heart has turned to stone, after knowing greedy and lying bitches like Mad, Lund, Denise, Yvette, and Laurence. My mind has taken on a deep contempt and hatred after knowing vain and sick butches like Nympho and Darkie  Midget. 

My participation in various Internet forums has convinced me that I am in the top 5% in terms of knowledge and reasoning. The stupidity, ignorance, and viciousness displayed by the posters are staggering. So I am at peace as to who I am and where I stand in relation to the human animals in this world. 

Of course, I am not resting on my laurels. I hit the books almost on a daily basis in order to improve my mind. I am also working on my character and sensibilities. I don't want to be an animal like so many assholes and scumbags I see around me. I sometimes wonder if I would have any cathartic relief if I personally with my bare hands and feet could put an end to the miserable existence of certain human animals that have nauseated me. I have tried to view them with a sublime and supreme indifference, but a vicarious thrill of Schadenfruede keeps breaching my walls of ethics and morality. I thus admit I have a long, long way to go before I am canonized and board certified as a saint. 


Everyday on the way to work, my heart sinks as I walk by a phalanx of homeless folks sitting in an overpass bridge, begging for chump change so they could live. Seeing them triggers in me a nagging irrational fear that one day I might lose all my sense of self-respect and self-pride and I would be like one of them. However, I doubt that would really happen because I am so fucking proud of myself and arrogant and contemptuous of most of the human race that I would rather kill myself than to degrade and demean myself so I could live a few more years through the kindness of strangers. I am one of those humans who give primacy to quality over quantity. 

I wrote the preceding paragraph while the DVD of pre-1975 Vietnamese music was played in the background. My whole being was crushed by the onslaught of memories. I was truly blessed of not being forced to be in actual combats  during the long and absurd civil war instigated by the Communist North, but I lived under the specter of death and destruction and absurdity that my psyche was deeply affected by them. They and stupid ventures in the affairs of the heart and cruel, harsh world of business have shaped me into who I am. Reading, writing, and the recently acquired taste for singing have shielded and sheltered me against insanity and madness. I have seen several individuals crack under the strain and go raving mad. They kept talking about the same thing over and over again. They could not block from their minds things that bothered them. Madness occurs when the mind cannot control a thought. A thought takes over and drives the mind. Obsession is a precursor of madness. The mind is not able to take a break. Eventually it breaks down from "over-heating". Certain irrational acts such as suicide, premeditated murder, and rapes are the manifestations of the mind trying to take a break. In a way, to go mad is a sign of mental weakness. A strong mind can control what it wants to think about and blocks out the unwelcome thoughts. Shakespeare had many insights about the human mind. In the play King Lear, one character said, "shun it, it's where madness lies." There are certain things a human mind should not dwell on for too long a period of time. Excess brings excess. Things that exceeds beyond the normal range allowed by nature cannot be good. Fluctuations within normal range should be the order of the nature, and of the mind as well, since mind comes from nature. Nothing exceeds like excess. Moderation is the key to health and longevity. The same thing applies in politics. Dictatorships and tyrannies don't last long. Humans are the only animals that realize they have choices in life. When pushed to the limit, they will fight back to death as humans, ultimately, treasure dignity over meaningless existence. 


March 31, 2014

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Public Opinion and Truths

Public Opinion and Truths

Assholes and cowards never care for facts and truths. They care for conventional wisdom and social etiquette and political correctness. In short, they care for common sense and survival at all costs. 

I am a different bird. I don't give much import to, and neither do I ascribe much significance to conventional wisdom and social acceptance. At an early age, I had deep suspicions about rules and figures of authority and the "truths" they espoused. I am forever proud to say ad nauseam that all by myself at the age of eleven, I discovered that there was no God that took an interest in me. A few years later, I realized, also all by myself, that God didn't make Man in his own image, but the other way around. Then as my reading increased, I learned that I was not the only human who had these insights, but I was perhaps very rare among humans to have those at an early age. 

When I entered the workforce after college, I realized that earning daily bread was a boring chore that any moron could do, and that life was more than living by daily bread alone. I then hungered to do things that only a very few could do while preparing myself to die at any given time. In time I guarded myself against smugness, complacency, and cheap gloating. 

I have made many mistakes along my chosen journey, but I didn't really have regrets. My mistakes showed who I was and where I needed improvement. I have been lucky that none of the mistakes was fatal, so far. Yes, I was also guilty of Schadenfreude, and I was not proud of having that attitude. Schadenfreude cheapened me, and I am working to get rid of it. 

My wife recently said something that shook me, "you, perhaps, are like so many other Vietnamese that I have seen. If the VC government offers you a bone, you would gladly jump for it. You like power and fame, like everybody else." I didn't say anything to her after she made that stunning remark, but it has been over three months since the remark was made and I have been thinking about the veracity of the remark. I have taken pride in valuing honesty and truthfulness. That was why I didn't at once protest her remark. Today, I am going on record to say if I ever am offered a position by the VC government, I would never gladly to "jump for the bone." My pride and self-respect would never allow me to do so. I have criticized others for engaging in ass-kissing VC officials in order to curry favors and gather left-over bones. I will not behave like those whom I have harshly criticized. I am no hypocrite. 

By the way, if a Jewish businessman engages in nefarious ways to enrich himself, I would tell him that what he's doing would earn him the sobriquet "Dirty Jew". And what I say would be correct. Facts are facts. No amount of whitewashing would take away facts. No amount of anti-Semitism leveled at me would take away the truthfulness of my statement.

I value facts and truths. That's why, in my current estimation, I think those who believe in the existence of a Personal God delude themselves.