Man Law

Here I sit, in a digital photo processing lab, awaiting my turn at a printer for which my name was assigned some 3 hours ago, and I suddenly find myself pondering the laws of Man - and how very fallible they are. Nothing is absolute with us. Scientific theories are just as they claim - theoretical. Mathematical proofs are "proven" only for as long as it takes for someone else to come along and disprove them. The laws of English and grammar differ with time, with audience, and with publication.
The laws made and governed by Man alone are so very malleable; always changing, and forever subject to change. All it takes is one man, one "rebel with a cause" to derail the train of human thought and understanding. Was this not the case with Magellan's pursuit to disprove once and for all the notion that the earth was flat, or simply "dome-shaped"? And what of Pythagorean and his suggestion that "A squared + B squared = C squared"? Where would we be today had not William Harvey disproved the popular (but in most cases detrimental) practice of bloodletting?
Granted, these variations from the accepted law laid down by Man were beneficial to mankind; but not all pioneers of thought have such benevolent intentions. Suppose we were informed tomorrow, better yet, 10 years from now that "The air outside will make our cells divide at an alarming rate until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in, and that's when we'd explode" and we should, therefore, remain indoors for the rest of our natural lives until the ending of the populace.
Go ahead, scoff at the notion. These may be just silly song lyrics to you now, but suppose you heard this, in all seriousness, on the nightly news, or from a respected official, or a noted doctor or scientist. We as a species are subject to believe even the most unbelievable if it comes from a creditable source. And we as a species abound with creditable sources.
It only takes one man. One man with status or title, and a bit of plausible evidence has all the power in the world.
This realization of mine has had a strengthening effect on my belief that this is not a man-made world. I believe that if Man had created - or even if we simply governed the universe, it would take no more than another man to toss the entire balance off-kilter and destroy us all. The law that I believe rules the world is infallible. That whole "Thou Shalt Not Steal" thing? I'd like to see you get around that one with no consequences. And that's how the whole system works. It is contingent upon consequences. If you do this, that happens. If you do that, this happens. It's frighteningly simple. The problem for some, I believe, is that the consequences are too ethereal, to insubstantial - sometimes too outrageous to even consider. On the one hand, if you do this, you may gain all the riches and good tidings the world has to offer. But when would this promise be fulfilled? In whose time? Alternatively, if you do that, you will be cursed beyond all reasoning. And when might this occur? Gradually? All at once? At all?
So many questions hinder the validity of this system. The crux, though, is belief. This entire working system hinges upon belief. And that is a truly frightening thing. Belief - faith - is a very personal thing. It is a choice. One either chooses to believe a thing as true, or not; and no one else can make that choice for another.

Well, avid readers, I do believe I've exhausted my soapbox for today. As a printer has just freed up and I have work to do, I leave you with more song lyrics for you to ponder.

Faith makes everybody scared
It's the unknown, the don't know
That keeps me hanging on and on,
And on to you.

Descritpions from my Journalism class

Alright avid readers, here is what you've all been waiting for. That's right. I know you've been salivating in anticipation ever since I created my first blog post approximately seven minutes ago. I shall keep you in suspense no longer. Here is post #2: descriptions assigned to my journalism class.

Object:

The pockmarked eyes of this shunted specimen stare at me blankly. These eyes will open to reveal new life. A new vegetable will emerge from beneath the caked and cracking skin of this potato like an oasis sprouting from the sands of the sun-kissed Serengeti.

(Note: Yes, the Serengeti is mostly a plains area, but isn't the consonance sublime?)

Person:

Discomfort flees at the sight of her. Her T-shirt is faded. Worn out sneakers grace her delicate feet. Her gray sweatpants are just old enough to be perfectly broken in. With her sleep-tousled hair tossed ambiguously into a haphazard ponytail, one could almost imagine her standing in front of her dresser drawers and accepting the first articles of softly threaded clothing that launched themselves in her general direction. She sits, quiet but attentive, and takes notes with her head angled downwards and tipped just slightly to one side. She is an unstudied portrait of nonchalance; a caricature of comfort.

Scene:

Like so many ants swarming to a honey-covered candy cane, Centennial Plaza at lunch time teems with life. Students once withered by the weighty burdens of class assignments, research, and the ever present bulging backpack, attack life with renewed zeal at the strike of high noon. The savory aroma of freshly filled lunch orders wafts languidly out the cafeteria doors, hovers haltingly overhead, and infiltrates the nostrils of students just released from morning classes. The complementing scents instigate a mass exodus of bodies form outdoors to in, as hungry students search for the source of their salivations.

(admittedly, I got a little carried away with this one...however, I did manage to work "mass exodus" in there. That was really my only purpose...)

My Blogging Habbits...

...are deplorable. I am not a "journal" person. Don't get me wrong, I keep journals. Dozens of them, actually. The reason, however, for my having so many is that people seem to enjoy gifting them to me on every other gift-giving occasion. Each new journal I become possessor of, I do faithfully keep on a (somewhat) regular basis. But inevitably, I tire of writing about my daily life. You see, it's not all that exciting to be me. A notion I am quite aware of as I am, in fact, me. I find it slightly repetitious to write down instances and incidents that I am already privy to, having lived through them earlier in the day. However, for the sake of this blog, I will try ~very~ hard to put aside these thoughts, and update AMAP - as much as possible. I beg you, though, if you don't hear from me for a few days (weeks, months...) at a time, please do not worry. I promise I have continued living. I've simply forgotten to tell you about it.