Sunday, December 26, 2021

Once again: A New Perspective

 

“You always own the option of having no opinion." - Marcus Aurelius

Remember my professor that prefers being passive to choosing a side? Well, I guess I misunderstood him. Or at least have a new perspective on the idea. My professor loves this quote by Marcus Aurelius. I probably should've looked up this quote sooner, because this is the rest of it:

        "There is never any need to get worked up or to trouble your soul about things you can't control. These things are not asking to be judged by you. Leave them alone.”

This is insightful, not passive, like I first supposed. Today I thought of a new way it can be interpreted.

Lately I've felt way out of my depth-- but I still BS it. Especially concerning dating and marriage. I pretend that I know what I am talking about -- because to a certain extent, I do. I have been on dates before and I really know that I don't like most of them. Any dating theory or philosophy beyond that though is out of my depth. Every time I've shared my thoughts on the subject (vehemently, per usual) it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I think it's because I don't know what the heck I am talking about.

To a certain extent, none of us do. I don't quite know what it means to love someone. Eventually I'll have to at least figure it out enough to find someone to marry...even it I still don't understand it all the way.

Maybe Aurelius is saying that it's ok to not have an opinion about it. Instead of automatically sharing my negative feelings towards future relationships, I can own the option of having no opinion on the matter. We're all at liberty to make mistakes, but why share a small cynical perspective that ruins the chance of a bigger one?

I think I'll try harder --not to be passive-- but to allow space to continuously develop more understanding opinions, only through reserving the option of not having one.

Abby Deal and George Bailey

 I've already written 2 blog posts about Abby Deal. She's remarkable, but her story still irks me.

Watching It's a Wonderful Life this Christmas season helped me realize that George Bailey's story wasn't all too different from Abbys. The story makes me mad -- though I can't decide if it should.

The villain in It's a Wonderful Life is of course Mr. Potter. (Though I don't suppose any millennial or Gen Z reading this would understand, apparently no one watches this movie anymore...losers) But after thinking about it I really consider the villain to actually be George's brother Harry. He is a punk. And what's worse, George allows him --nay, encourages him to be a punk. (In that he does everything for himself.) Though, at the beginning of the movie Mr. Bailey the elder says "you were born older" to George when he suggests Harry take over the Building and Loan business. Maybe this is why George allows Harry to go off and do whatever. It fills me with so much sadness for George. How does he still love Harry? How is he not resentful? He's truly a remarkable guy. I think he probably had to resent his situation at least a little bit.

I know I wrote that "living the law of sacrifice is the greatest life mission," but stories like this sometimes make me doubt it. I shouldn't have to sacrifice everything I love and hold dear to live out my life mission. (I realize this sounds so...self-lovey. Bare with me here) I echo what I wrote before -- living your life mission should be about what you love and hold dear. With George, perhaps he realized that traveling and building and college wasn't exactly what he should love...because these are temporal things-- things that don't actually matter. What matters is helping other people, family.

I'm not sure. Part of me thinks George is playing martyr when he doesn't need to... though that can't be true. There was no one else that could really do what he did, which is kind of the point of the movie. But it's a tricky balance. Watching movies like this makes me think wow, I really could live the law of sacrifice a lot better. But should they? Do I need to sacrifice all of my wants and desires and talents like George did? No, I really don't think I do. I don't think it's right to drive yourself into the ground for others when you don't need to...especially when you drive yourself unnecessarily into the ground for others and then have the audacity to complain about it and then make others feel guilty about it. In George's case, it really was no one's fault. He could've blamed it on a lot of people, but he didn't because he knew it wasn't right.

People should really help out others more often. When spouses or parents slave away for their children, the children should help, the spouse should offer equal support. But...there should not be shame in doing what we want to do if it is good and the way is provided. If George's father did not die, he should've travelled. If Abby Deal really loved that first rich guy that proposed to her, she should've married him and had a happy wonderful life singing. Some people actually have lives like this, and there should be no shame in doing what we want to do if it is good, or even if it appears selfish because there is little to no sacrifice required.

There. I've said my piece. Peace? Piece. I probably shouldn't publish things that I think through as I type. Oh well.

And what I actually just discovered as I read through this again is that under my logic Harry cannot actually be the villain. If there is no shame in living a life that requires little sacrifice if the way is provided, then there is no shame in the way Harry lived his life. That feels uncomfy. It's probably true though.

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Being Yourself has Nothing to Do with You

Authenticity. Who has it? Serial killers, angsty teens, vain celebrities, and curmudgeonly old boomers. At least, that’s according to the widely accepted definition. Someone that has anxious feelings, prideful thoughts, old habits, or even a person who considers how to best murder someone else – these people are living a life most authentic to who they are. Individuals at their core are only a conglomerate of thoughts and feelings. This idea in moderate circumstances seems right. For example, if a person feels and thinks controlling thoughts, they are probably a perfectionist – that’s who they are. However, especially when taken to the extreme, this idea is a non sequitur. The purpose of this paper is to prove that thoughts and feelings are fleeting and inconsistent, that what an individual's mind and body is made up of does not show who that person is, and that a way of being is the source of emotions and ponderings. There is no magic crystal ball or prophetic personality test that will reveal true authenticity. There are no feelings of happiness, suppression, anxiety, and no thoughts of clarity, depth, or power that will encompass who one is. The answer is far simpler. Humans are good. Everything that is of good report and praiseworthy is authentic. When thoughts of murdering and anxiety are put aside, a deep well of water is found - water that tastes clear, real, and crisp. This water is compassion, love, charity...it is the deity and divine within. Authenticity comes from this innate goodness, not from the artificial bubble of thoughts and feelings.


            First, an individual is not their thoughts and feelings because thoughts and feelings are fleeting. Famous philosopher Sigmund Freud once asked: “Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?” Regardless of the answer to this question, Freud is making a point here. A thought is expendable. Thoughts get replaced and forgotten all the time. An individual could think that they are a male one day, but a female the next. As author Rick Hanson states in his book Buddha’s Brain: “There’s evidence that negative memory — both explicit and implicit — is especially vulnerable to change soon after it’s been recalled.” [1] Thoughts can not only be forgotten and replaced but twisted and changed. Thoughts are fleeting.


            In this unreliability, feelings are the same. Two scientists, David Oakley from University College London and Peter Halligan from Cardiff University published a study in Frontiers in Psychology. In this study they conclude: "The contents of consciousness are generated 'behind the scenes' by fast, efficient, non-conscious systems in our brains. All this happens without any interference from our personal awareness, which sits passively in the passenger seat while these processes occur...Put simply, we don't consciously choose our thoughts or our feelings – we become aware of them." [2]


Feelings are subject to surroundings and environment. If there is nothing in an environment that feeds feelings of shame, anxiety, or distress, it is unlikely that anyone would feel these emotions. Though these feelings may be necessary, they are not reliable. As Halligan and Oakley proved, conscious choice is far less involved in fleeting thoughts and feelings than surroundings are. Both thoughts and feelings are changeable, forgotten, twisted, and manipulated.


Identity and authenticity cannot be found in something fleeting. From Merriam Webster one learns the definition of Authenticity: “Real or genuine: not copied or false. True and accurate. And made to be good or look like an original.” So, authenticity is found in all that is original, true, and genuine. But genuine to what? True to what? Original how? Being true to fleeting thoughts and feelings is an idea that cancels itself out. Originality is made to be good or look like an original. Truth is what actually is versus what has been manifest or assumed. Genuine is what is actual and real versus fake or contrived. So, generally put, authenticity is made to look like an original, it comes from what is actually the case rather than what is manifest or assumed, and it is actual and real. In summary, all of these sub descriptions of authenticity imply that being true to oneself requires being connected to an unchanging original reality that is constant from the beginning. If authenticity is connected to that which is fleeting — such as thoughts and feelings — it is by definition not authentic because it is not true, genuine, or original. Though musings and emotions can often hit upon truth and originality, they do not always do so, and therefore cannot be trusted. Fleeting thoughts and feelings are not a reliable source for reality, and therefore not a reliable source for determining who an individual is at their core.


            Thoughts and feelings are part of what makes up a person, but that doesn’t denote essence. Rene Descartes, a well-known philosopher, forever coined the phrase: “I think, therefore I am.” This is what is known from his writings, but he is easily misunderstood. In Descartes Meditations he pens: “But what then am I?  A thing which thinks.  What is a thing which thinks?  It is a thing which doubts, understands, [conceives], affirms, denies, wills, refuses, which also imagines and feels.”[3] Throughout Descartes’s philosophy, he attempts to prove that he exists. He does this by proving that he thinks. Because he thinks he exists. Descartes is not asserting that thoughts and feelings create an essence. This can be affirmed by his statement in his same Meditations: “Nevertheless I have long had fixed in my mind the belief that an all-powerful God existed by whom I have been created such as I am.”[4] Thoughts and feelings are part of what makes one up. Looking at humans scientifically, individuals are just a pile of well-placed cells. A human is a body with thoughts and feelings. This may be what makes up a person but does not show who an individual is. Water scientifically is H20. H20 may be the chemical particles that makeup water, but that doesn’t describe what water is and does — water is much more than its scientific essence. It can be used to put out fires, it is essential to human and animal survival, it creates beautiful scenes when it falls from streams off of cliffs, it can be frozen and make things cold, and it produces growth and prosperity. When water is only described as H2O, it is confined within those limits, and there is no indication of its numerous other properties. Thoughts and feelings, according to Descartes, are proof that we exist — that we are made of something. But Descartes also affirms the majesty and utility of being much more than that — “an all-powerful God existed by whom I have been created such as I am.” In the English language, it is said “I am hungry.” In Spanish, one would say “I have hunger.” This is an example of identifying as a thought or feeling. Spanish has it right in this instance. It is not correct to be hunger — one cannot impersonate all the attributes of a feeling or thought. One only has feelings and thoughts, just as one has hunger. As author Eckhart Tolle put it: “To realize that you are not your thoughts is when you begin to awaken spiritually. The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive. To put it more accurately, it is not so much that you use your mind wrongly — you usually don’t use it at all. It uses you. This is the disease. You believe that you are your mind. This is the delusion. The instrument has taken you over.”[5] Thoughts and feelings are part of what makes up an individual, but they are not who a person is when it comes to essence.


Authenticity cannot be found in meandering sentiments and emotions because these are only a fallible interpretation of a way of being and not the source of our being. In the King James Version of the New Testament in James chapter 3, it reads: “Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be. Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter? Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear olive berries? Either a vine, figs? So can no fountain both yield salt water and fresh. Who is a wise man and endued with knowledge among you? Let him shew out of a good conversation his works with meekness of wisdom...For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.” [6]


These verses outline that if a person is perfectly full of meekness, gentleness, and humility, they cannot feel or think words of hatred, pride, or haughtiness. A fountain, or way of being, cannot produce deeds that are in opposition to it. However, no mortal is perfectly meek, gentle, or humble – and often a person chooses to attain these attributes when it suits them, and to discard them when it doesn’t. And so, fallibility will forever cause arguments to become complex. The complexity comes in the purity of the water. At a certain point the analogy falls apart because unlike fountains and plants, humans are dimensional. A person may be pure in some areas but bitter in others, and therefore produce both sweet and bitter water. In sorting out this mess, at least one thing is true: thoughts, feelings, and actions, as the water from the fountain, are not the source of the way of being — they are not the fountain itself. To live true to thoughts and feelings is missing the mark; it skips past the actual way of being. Because thoughts and feelings are fleeting and fallible, their scope is not big enough to fit the whole of a person. A fountain is foundational, more essential, and truer to being than the one drop of water it puts forth. To be true to oneself, one must rely upon the source of thoughts and feelings; and not the thoughts and feelings themselves.


There is innate goodness within every individual. This goodness is called different things by different people. From Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations, one learns: “Dig inside yourself. Inside there is a spring of goodness ready to gush at any moment, if you keep digging.”[7]

 Adam Smith in his Theory of Moral Sentiments stated: “​​How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it except the pleasure of seeing it. Of this kind is pity or compassion, the emotion which we feel for the misery of others, when we either see it, or are made to conceive it in a very lively manner. That we often derive sorrow from the sorrow of others, is a matter of fact too obvious to require any instances to prove it; for this sentiment, like all the other original passions of human nature, is by no means confined to the virtuous and humane, though they perhaps may feel it with the most exquisite sensibility. The greatest ruffian, the most hardened violator of the laws of society, is not altogether without it.” [8]


Author Jamie Smart in her book Clarity said: “No matter how lost you sometimes get in thoughts of lack, worry and insecurity, who you really are is always the same… Peace, freedom, wisdom, clarity and love,”[9]


Cicero shared his thoughts in his On the Commonwealth: “Keep at it; and know this: it is not you that is mortal but your body. You are not what your physical shape reveals, but each person is his mind, not the body that a finger can point at. Know then that you are a god, as surely as a god is someone who is alert, who feels, who remembers, who looks ahead, who rules and guides and moves the body of which he is in command just as leading god does for the universe. And just as the eternal god moves the universe, which is partly mortal, so too does the eternal soul move the fragile body… use your soul in the best activities! And the best concerns are those that involve the safety of the fatherland; the soul which is aroused and exercised by them will fly more swiftly to this, its dwelling and home. It will do so all the more swiftly if even when it is enclosed in the body it projects outward and by contemplating those things that are outside it draws itself as much as possible from the body. The souls of men who have surrendered themselves to the pleasures of the body and have made themselves into the servants of those pleasures, and at the urging of desires that are directed by pleasure have broken the laws of gods and men.”[10]


            Saint Augustine states in his Enchiridion: “With this much said, within the necessary brevity of this kind of treatise, as to what we need to know about the causes of good and evil--enough to lead us in the way toward the Kingdom, where there will be life without death, truth without error, happiness without anxiety--we ought not to doubt in any way that the cause of everything pertaining to our good is nothing other than the bountiful goodness of God himself. The cause of evil is the defection of the will of a being who is mutably good from the Good which is immutable.” [11]


All of these authors and thinkers have a connecting theme throughout their philosophy; even when they have differing views on religion. The connecting theme is this: every human being has some kind of deity, compassion, purity, peace, wisdom, truth, or godliness inside of them. Many religions, such as Buddhism, Christianity, Judaism, Jainism, Taoism, Sikhism, and Hinduism believe in the ability individuals have to progress toward perfection and ultimately realize their divine identity. Adam Smith may have been atheist and was certainly not a traditional Christian – yet still believed in this concept. According to Pew Research, one-in-five self-described atheists say they believe in some kind of higher power.[12] Many religions, belief systems, and ancient and modern philosophical ideas come together on the fact that there is deity or goodness within; or, at the very least, love, compassion, and humanity within. This is because it is a truth that extends past religion and time – it is an unchanging reality. There is innate goodness within every individual, and as Marcus Aurelius says, one simply has to keep digging to find it.


When innate goodness is manifest, it rings true because every individual has the capacity to recognize it. From Seneca in his Moral letters to Lucius: Moreover, who can deny that even the most inexperienced are effectively struck by the force of certain precepts? For example, by such brief but weighty saws as: "Nothing in excess," "The greedy mind is satisfied by no gains," "You must expect to be treated by others as you yourself have treated them”. We receive a sort of shock when we hear such sayings; no one ever thinks of doubting them or of asking "Why?" So strongly, indeed, does mere truth, unaccompanied by reason, attract us.[13]


Each individual has been given a conscience, an ability to sense right from wrong. If one so chooses to live in harmony with this inner goodness or inner conscience, it will always be there. Denying or twisting its pleadings does not get rid of it entirely. Human beings can sense innate goodness if they so choose because it is a core part of who they are.


            Authenticity comes from innate goodness. For something to be original, genuine, and true – essentially authentic – it must be connected to an unchanging reality. This is proved by the definition of the word. What is real and unchanging is this innate goodness. When a person lives true to goodness, they are being their authentic selves. No serial killers, curmudgeons, angsty teens, or vain celebrities are being authentic – because they are not being true to what is real. Acts of kindness, charity, and love; the search for wisdom, enlightenment, and peace; these are when one is truly authentic.


            There is variety and individuality in goodness. C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity says:

“There are no real personalities apart from God. Until you have given up yourself to Him you will not have a real self. Sameness is to be found most among the most 'natural' men, not among those who surrender to Christ. How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been; how gloriously different are the saints.

But there must be a real giving up of the self. You must throw it away 'blindly' so to speak. Christ will indeed give you a real personality; but you must not go to Him for the sake of that. As long as your own personality is what you are bothering about, you are not going to Him at all. The very first step is to try to forget about the self altogether. Your real, new self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when you are looking for Him...Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ, and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.”[14]


            This quote is meant for Christians but can be applied to all. C. S. Lewis’s idea of God within this quote is the same as this idea of innate goodness. In this sense, there are no real personalities apart from innate goodness. The giving up of self can be applied to thoughts and feelings. To be authentic, one has to give up thoughts and feelings and surrender to goodness. This does not make every individual the same. Every person can do good in different ways. Humans create variety and innovation through being true to who they are – being true to compassion and honesty. Individuals are all the same in that they have goodness at their core, but they are all different in that goodness has no bounds. This allows for authenticity. There is variety in goodness.


            From C. Day Lewis’ translation of Virgil’s Aeneid it reads: 

Sustained by a spirit within; for immanent Mind, flowing 

Through all its parts and leavening its mass, makes the universe work. 

This union produced mankind, the beasts, the birds of the air, 

And the strange creatures that live under the sea’s smooth face. 

The life-force of those seeds is fire, their source celestial, 

But they are deadened and dimmed by the sinful bodies they live in – 

The flesh that is laden with death, the anatomy of clay: 

Whence these souls of ours feel fear, desire, grief, joy, 

But encased in their blind, dark prison discern not the heaven-light above.”

It is impossible to be fully authentic as a mortal. Humans are deadened and dimmed by sinful bodies and encased in their blind, dark prisons. There is no way to live true to innate goodness all the time. There are moments when individuals are authentic, and these are to be recognized as such. But if a mortal were to say “I am always living true to myself,” it would be the equivalent of saying “I am perfectly good and loving and kind.” It is not true, and it cannot be true. However, each individual has the capacity to progress towards true authenticity.


Authenticity comes from innate goodness, not thoughts and feelings. One cannot be authentic when living true to thoughts and feelings because they are fleeting and changeable. Authenticity comes from a source of being. It can only be achieved when derived from an idea that is an unchanging reality or truth. The truth is this: humans are good. There is a core of divinity or charity within each individual. That is who one is. Whether or not others choose to live in harmony with this goodness, it is always there. When one lives true to this innate goodness, that is when there is authenticity. This goodness does not rob individuals of personality – it supplies it through variety. Through effort, one can consistently be more authentic. The artificial bubbles of thoughts and feelings cannot compete with the crisp water that comes from innate goodness. For one to live an authentic life, live a life of compassion, wisdom, peace, and liberty. Live a life of goodness – live a life of love.



[1] Hanson’s Buddha’s Brain

[2] Oakley and Halligan’s Article

[3] Descartes Meditations

[4] Ibid

[5] Eckhart Tolle

[6] James 3

[7] Aurelius Meditations

[8] Smith The Theory of Moral Sentiments

[9] Smarts Clarity

[10] Cicero’s On the Commonwealth

[11] Augustine’s Enchiridion

[12] Pew Research 10 Facts about Atheists

[13] Seneca’s Moral Letters to Lucius, Letter 94

[14] C. S. Lewis Mere Christianity

Monday, November 15, 2021

Will This Blog be the Death of Me?

 I've been (to my utmost gratitude and remorse) learning a lot about writing, through writing and getting feedback, thanks to my professors.

As usual, I think of myself as a freaking genius. I suppose every writer, whether a dabbler or a professional, reaches a point where they realize how lacking they are in skills. Every book I've read or story I've heard where writers reaching this "I'm actually not that good of a writer" point -- I find that at that point in the story my thoughts go something like finally this person is coming to know themselves as they really are and finally they will stop thinking so highly of themselves. I don't think I would yet consider myself a writer, so obviously I am exempt from this train of thought. Just kidding. It may be due to my intense disability to unattach myself to words people say about me and my work, or maybe I am just joining the ranks of other writers, or maybe I just was extremely naive before...whatever the case, I feel completely inadequate when it comes to writing. I still love it with all my heart, and I still think I would love to pursue it especially in advancing the cause of truth, but I don't feel like I'm good at it anymore.

As you are privy to the contents of this blog -- you have full knowledge of what I'm talking about. I may have great insights but what they heck am I doing?!

I think there are 3 great ways to know whether or not you are at least a decent writer. First, you die. Most writers and philosophers seem to receive a lot of recognition after that. Second, you follow writing protocol strictly. (Although, people don't usually like to read this...at least I don't. But it is professional.) Third, I don't know. There's got to be a third version where you've done enough writing that you can have room to be creative and people will realize the value in it without having to die first. Where or when or how you reach that point -- or even how to recognize when you have reached that point -- I don't know.

As to my feeling like I am not good at writing anymore --that mostly, if not fully, comes from the fact that I am not a trained writer. I am a homeschooler. I didn't get training in the way of writing essays, I was given the freedom to write creatively. The thing is, I'm good at structure. I just need to know what the structure is. So that's my next venture.

Also meanwhile, applying the structure I already know. (I'm talking essay structure, not Derrida weirdness here.)

And finally I have arrived at the title of my blog post here. That this blog will probably be the death of me. ..which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing if we look at all those famous dead writers. (And Algernon Sidney, who was put to death for what he wrote.) But I think of what would happen if I ran for office one day (which I seriously think I should) and how people would drudge up all these articles and use them against me. The problem is, I just love this blog too much. So I think I'm going to make a greater effort to write in more of an essay style, instead of a rant-journal style. Which, apparently essays are basically any body of writing...but we'll see if I can apply more of the structure I'm learning -- at least for most of the blog posts. Obviously the first thing I need to do is actually learn more structure.

I feel confident that the more I write, the better I'll get at it. Just like most things in life -- as long as you do it right.

Thanks for joining me in this journey that may or may not keep me from being elected to office one day. Wish me luck.

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Humans Are Complex

     Alan Turing’s favorite movie was Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Every night before bed he would eat an apple, sometimes leaving it unfinished. Turing was complicated, brilliant, and troubled. His tenacity changed the course of World War ll. Mystery and intrigue weave through what we know of his story. This intricate web of brilliance - this clash of darkness and light - becomes more intriguing when we look at this individuals’ life and see our own reflected back.

Alan Turing grew up in the educated way of England, attending Sherborne School, Cambridge, and Princeton. ​​In 1936 he delivered a paper titled On Computable Numbers, with an Application to the Entscheidungsproblem. The concept Turing discovered allowed machines to compute data in a more comprehensive way. Many consider it to be the first computer.

Using this concept, Turing broke a code the nazis used to secretly communicate with each other using a machine that had 150,738,274,937,250 possible ways of connecting ten pairs of letters. Turing, with another machine that could read instructions and then follow them, broke this code, known as enigma.

After someone broke into Alan Turing’s house in January of 1952, he admitted to the police who the perpetrator was - a 19-year-old Arnold Murray - who was also Turing’s lover. Homosexuality was illegal in England at this time, so Turing had to choose to be imprisoned or undergo hormonal treatment. He chose the treatment, and grew breasts, becoming sexually impotent.

On June 15, 1954, Alan Turing died. He left an apple next to his bed with one bite taken out of it. Following a postmortem exam, it was determined that he died of cyanide poisoning - and his death was declared a suicide.

Turing has affected our lives. We work from computers, scroll through phones, and use Apple products. Many of us live because of our ancestors that survived WWll.

Each of us creates webs of influence. Some of us are brilliant, some are stupid. Some require tenacity of themselves - some require manual labor. Each of us has a way of seeing the world and loving others - it may be perverted or it may be beautiful - and sometimes it is both. Some of us are average ordinary citizens...with extraordinary backgrounds. Some of us are extraordinary people, with ordinary backgrounds. The point is, the mystery and intrigue does not end with Turing’s miraculous story, and it does not end with you. Humans are complex. This complexity is what makes life interesting, dark, and...remarkable.

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

My Worldview Is Always Changing...Almost

My worldview has many facets and dimensions - but it's not complicated, because its purpose is to make the world less complicated. It's when my worldview is challenged that things get tricky.

This is my very simplistic way of seeing the world: There is truth, and there is non-truth. Truth should be accepted, non-truth should be rejected. Some people would say that is a "black and white" way of looking at things. I don't really know what that means - especially when that phrase has a negative connotation. My Mom has warned me against this supposed negative way of seeing things. Here's what I've translated her words to mean:
-You don't always have to vocally disagree. "Truth" doesn't always have to be voiced. When you don't say what you think it doesn't mean you are lying.
-Be open to different perspectives. You may think you know truth but life can be so convoluted that most of the time you are wrong.
-Everyone has the freedom to choose, and lots of times people think they are doing what is right and truthful. Part of loving them is accepting and willingly participating in that because people do it for you.
-People are complicated. Sometimes they are good, sometimes they are bad. Even amidst a plethora of untruth, there is truth.
-Laws, commandments, right and wrong, truth, etc. are all complicated and circumstantial. Something could be wrong in one instance and right in another.
-It's not my role to be the final judge or to inflict justice.

These are things that to my Mothers dismay I've had to keep learning through experience. I understand them. I just don't understand how this list doesn't fit in my current worldview. Because I have to keep learning these lessons again and again - it makes me feel like something is inconsistent...something is not right with the way I see things.

Lately this inconsistency has come to my attention. I have a teacher at college that lives his life thinking that passivism is superior to choosing a side/fighting. In what world? Do I think he is wrong? Most of the time, yes. An author came and lectured at our school and talked about how to talk to people that disagree with you.
Unity is everyone having one purpose, one heart. But is it? Goodness doesn't have bounds - there will be no clones in heaven. Can we all have one purpose, and separate purposes at the same time?
What if there really is no such thing as truth? Of course, there is. But what if truth really is subjective?
I don't know if my Mom would ever go as far as to say that - but that is what she will have to say in order for me to be convinced that my worldview actually needs changing.

I wonder if part of what makes people heroes - what makes them significant and helpful and good - is the way they view the world.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Racism is Systemic, Pervasive, and Worsening.

 This is a rebuttal for a debate I was in but should make sense regardless.



Friday, October 1, 2021

There is No Need to Fear and Stress

 “If it is God’s work done in God’s way, He will supply all of our needs.” 

Do you often find yourself stressed? Freaked out? Afraid of being embarrassed? Scared that you aren’t the person you need to be? Worried that things won’t work out? If you do, consider taking a lesson or two from Cameron Townsend, a Presbyterian missionary during the early 1800’s. The quote above is what Cam himself alluded to when discussing how to provide funds for a pressing missionary endeavor. No fear from Cameron. No worry. Just pure, simple trust.


In the New Testament in the book of Matthew, as Jesus is dispensing His beautifully simple Sermon on the Mount, in chapter 6 verse 28 He says “And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.” This verse of scripture has popped up often in my life a lot of late, which I do not believe is a coincidence. On the contrary, I believe that God has given me the ability to recognize the messages I need for my life today...He provides for my spiritual needs. Cameron Townsend also did not believe in coincidences. He knew that if he did what was right, if he did not toil and stress like the lilies, God would supply all of his needs.


Cameron’s life was riddled with many many moments where God did, in fact, supply all of his needs.  So much so that it literally cannot be considered coincidences for one that believes in God. Take Cam’s schooling for example. He had every reason to get a job like the rest of the kids his age and start supporting his family. Yet, his loving family, and especially his sister, wouldn’t hear of it. Somehow they found a way to pay for Cam’s schooling. God had a work for Cameron to do and He knew Cam needed some schooling in order to do it. Cam’s life includes many other experiences... he was able to talk to his captain and become a missionary rather than being drafted into the army, he, most likely due to his friendliness and effort as a missionary, was able to talk to a random man on that street that helped him unlock the Cakchiquelian language, Cam was able to run into a godly woman who made a great missionary wife, and he was able to obtain those funds as mentioned in the first paragraph through a generous donation. 


Cam’s life just seemed to work out. God watered him and gave him sunlight so that he could bloom like a lily. Maybe Cam’s life didn’t turn out the way he thought it would, but experience after experience led him down a path that was far better then I’m sure Cam even hoped for. He rarely had to seek and stress life decisions, he did what was right and the opportunities appeared before him like an open door at the end of a hallway.


In the end, Cam’s life experiences provide a powerful lesson. So often in today’s world, we stress about the very things God provided for Cam. We wonder how we will pay for school, or which school we should go to, what we should do with our lives, who we should marry, how we fund our important endevours, and how to better learn and progress. This stress is unnecessary, and often detrimental. It causes us to toil, twist, spin, and force things to happen. It displays a lack of faith in God. Cam was the master at having faith that God would provide. Because of this, God did provide. 

So, why take ye thought for your raiment? After all, “If God’s work is done in God’s way, He will supply all of our needs.”


A Time When I was Profoundly Dissapointed

 December 23rd, 2019 is marked as one of the worst days of my entire life.

All my life I’ve wondered about true love. Is it real? Is it complicated? How is it complicated? Can I find it? What does it entail? How do you know? Is the world really that magical and wonderful?

Cinderella’s story is one that is probably dearest to my heart...not the version by the Brothers Grimm, but the fantastical and actual happy version we’ve come to accept. As a child I absolutely adored the disney version, as a teenager, a few tears always leaked out as I watch the live-action version on repeat, and as an adult, I have become more cynical - though in my heart still hold on to the hope that at least a part of life has to be magical, even if it is infinitesimal.

The weeks leading up to December 23rd I was serving as a missionary for my church in Colorado Springs. I was about 9 months into my mission - halfway. My companion was...complicated. My relationship with her was deep and conflicting. We talked about everything and anything: often disagreeing - but disagreeing with interest and curiosity. I had met Sister Gland before she became my companion. A couple of months back my former companion Sister Parley spent a day with Sister Gland and did not have good things to say. I generally always have critical things to say about people - so of course, I was willing to piggyback off whatever Sister Gland had to say...so much so that I emailed my family all about the situation - ranting and explaining how ridiculous and hypocritical leadership was. Little did I know a few months later I would become a “leader” myself - and become companions with none other than Sister Gland. Funny the way life works out.

Though there were wonderful things about team Sister Gland and Johnson (that’s me), there were complications. I struggled to deal with relationships in a way I had not learned before. I didn’t feel like I had the resources I needed to come to conclusions and solutions on what should be done and said. We’re going to skip over all these complications and only focus on the one which leads up to December 23rd, the worst day. Sister Gland did an audit on my phone - which was missionary protocol. What was not missionary protocol, was searching her name in my gmail account. She found the email I sent to my family - what seemed like eons ago. She read what I remembered to be an honest and realistic assessment of her character - but from her mouth sounded brazen, grating, and utterly conceited. This was December 22nd.

December 23rd was Monday, preparation day. We got to call our families. I called my Mom in a closet. I told her what had happened, and expressed mild frustration. My Mom is a lot like me. Or, rather, I am a lot like my Mom. She often expresses her hopes that I can skip the tough lessons that she had to learn. I began to tell her about the trapped feeling I had - that I couldn’t be honest about my feelings anywhere with anyone. I couldn’t get rid of this feeling that there was nowhere safe to go, nowhere to be wholly myself, no place or circumstance I could live where it didn’t feel like I was always on the brink of bursting with emotion and opinions - but having to keep them restrained - because almost all of them were cynical and critical. I was just ranting. My Mom, good-intentioned though she was, told me

“Ella, there’s no one you can be completely honest with. Not even your spouse.”

Whether or not that phrase was true, I could tell my Mom thought it was true, and that was enough for me. From her seemingly constant advice, I knew she knew it was true.

That did it.

I sobbed. I never sob. I felt utterly and completely hopeless that life would ever have any piece of magic. There was no Cinderella, there was no true love, and there was nowhere to be comfortable, real….whole. I have never been so disappointed by the bleak reality of life.

I’ve learned a lot about life since then. Well, what I think to be a lot - though compared to those 4x my age I’m sure it is just a little. The hopelessness has ebbed, but my understanding of reality has deepened. The magic of my childhood faced the great wall of grown-up disappointment. The trick is now to make sure the reality I see - whether it’s a telling by the Brothers Grimm, Disney cartoons, or Kenneth Branagh - the trick is to see things as they really are, not as I think they are.