3.14.2011
Time
Time is the instrument by which we quantify qualitative reality.
I shall expound on this further in some following posts.
I shall expound on this further in some following posts.
Impossible to be Best
The idea of someone being the best at anything is for me an impossibility. As I had mentioned before, the human person is, for me a paradox of sorts, a finite being with infinite possibilities.
Now then, if one were to think about it, in that description of the human person, the idea of being best limits that infinitude. In which case, the paradox is lost. If a person is the best at something, it would mean that he has attained the highest point of a certain skill. In such case then, it would be clear to see that there was a limit. However, infinity is connected with the idea of boundlessness, and the setting of limits are as much the setting of bounds. This then contradicts the idea of infinite possibilities.
Following, then, the description of the human person set up above, we find that his possibilities should be boundless as s/he is one with infinite possibilities. And as a being with infinite possibilities, there would be no highest point.
True, there are physical limitations, but the possibilities exist to augment the person's capabilities to overcome or dodge those limitations. In such case, the individual has the capability to continually become better.
Better. Never best.
Now then, if one were to think about it, in that description of the human person, the idea of being best limits that infinitude. In which case, the paradox is lost. If a person is the best at something, it would mean that he has attained the highest point of a certain skill. In such case then, it would be clear to see that there was a limit. However, infinity is connected with the idea of boundlessness, and the setting of limits are as much the setting of bounds. This then contradicts the idea of infinite possibilities.
Following, then, the description of the human person set up above, we find that his possibilities should be boundless as s/he is one with infinite possibilities. And as a being with infinite possibilities, there would be no highest point.
True, there are physical limitations, but the possibilities exist to augment the person's capabilities to overcome or dodge those limitations. In such case, the individual has the capability to continually become better.
Better. Never best.
3.13.2011
Opened Eyes
It's not that my eyes were opened to the complete reality of existence or to the complete truth of life. That has not occurred. And, quite frankly, I doubt that will ever happen to me, or to anyone, for that matter. Saying that you had in all clarity seen and understood the totality of all existence is like saying that you have grasped the idea of the infinite which is just as impossible in my eyes. This is more a fairly personal realization; an insight into the reality that is one of my companions; a tiny glimpse of a part of his totality.
So, why had I said that my eyes were opened?
It is 3:50 in the morning and I'm working on a project. I look as my teammate positions and repositions one of our materials to help him visualize the object in digital 3D space. Mind you, that is not an easy task when 3D libraries are denied your use. In any case, my teammate looks up and smiles at me as though nothing were wrong. I am astounded. Only hours earlier he had had a headache from working on the project all day while I and the rest of the team were working on other respective projects. It was only a few hours ago, that we had met as a team to work on this project. But, he does not seem to be angry, pissed, annoyed or irritated in any way. In fact, he treats us as though we had contributed in a large way to the progress of the project. He acts as though we had done our job.
The thought that he may be faking did cross my mind and has been flitting through my consciousness every so often but I pay it little heed, merely acknowledge it with no more than a slight nod then wave it away. As far as I have been able to observe of him, he is a kind young man with almost infinite patience - almost martyr like in some sense. The slightest good brings a smile to his face. Mistakes sadden him but he never looks for anyone to cast the blame on.
How he acts fascinates me to no end. Observing him is greatly interesting. But beyond the interest and fascination, I am at awe with his kindness and patience. I do not know how he sees the world, but I would very much like to try to understand. On the other hand, I would rather not taint such small semblance of purity by dissecting it on the lab table.
His entirety is, still, to me, an enigma. However, this tiny glimpse of the reality that is "him" is, I must say, something I commend and praise. It is a beautiful example of the human person.
So, why had I said that my eyes were opened?
It is 3:50 in the morning and I'm working on a project. I look as my teammate positions and repositions one of our materials to help him visualize the object in digital 3D space. Mind you, that is not an easy task when 3D libraries are denied your use. In any case, my teammate looks up and smiles at me as though nothing were wrong. I am astounded. Only hours earlier he had had a headache from working on the project all day while I and the rest of the team were working on other respective projects. It was only a few hours ago, that we had met as a team to work on this project. But, he does not seem to be angry, pissed, annoyed or irritated in any way. In fact, he treats us as though we had contributed in a large way to the progress of the project. He acts as though we had done our job.
The thought that he may be faking did cross my mind and has been flitting through my consciousness every so often but I pay it little heed, merely acknowledge it with no more than a slight nod then wave it away. As far as I have been able to observe of him, he is a kind young man with almost infinite patience - almost martyr like in some sense. The slightest good brings a smile to his face. Mistakes sadden him but he never looks for anyone to cast the blame on.
How he acts fascinates me to no end. Observing him is greatly interesting. But beyond the interest and fascination, I am at awe with his kindness and patience. I do not know how he sees the world, but I would very much like to try to understand. On the other hand, I would rather not taint such small semblance of purity by dissecting it on the lab table.
His entirety is, still, to me, an enigma. However, this tiny glimpse of the reality that is "him" is, I must say, something I commend and praise. It is a beautiful example of the human person.
3.12.2011
The Human Person
The existence of the human person is a paradox. S/he is at once a finite being, yet having infinite possibilities.
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