One of those redundant matters that humans end up not caring about in the end, but while by the process, get so fessed up about. Its an 'always' anyway, looking out of the train's window all the time while in the train...

The details of these need not be said. Their pretty obvious, since mind games occur everywhere in any circumstance, be it implicit or explicit, a full-fledged assult or a pejoratified try. The usual every man for himself, survival of the fittest crap... but also, because we're still childish teenagers going through or just finished with adolecence, a strange flavour of unique moves that sometimes make no sense or sometimes make sense only for certain cliques or yet again, sometimes make sense only in the sense that its not a waste of time in the goal-clinching but rather, the sense 'sense-seeking'. Okay... I guess that explanation sucked.

Usually, most would find the nice, unhated, unpopular, implictly neutral and decently respected character, a nice one to be. But sometimes... hearing everyone talk about everyone behind everyone's back and listening to the condemnations of people within people chains and cliques within clique clashes is a... ... hiliarious burden.
Its times like this when I would just wonder why can't everyone think about whether their at fault in the first place. I'm not being evangelistic here, or trying to start a moral rebellion, its just a simple question. I mean, seriously... its both logical and simple to 'put yourself in the other person's shoes' and then try to change yourself. When everybody blames everybody about every single damned thing that happens, it gets a bit... *softer tone for sickening*. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. I'll include myself to make it fair. Instead of blaming life and finding fault at others/things when they come at you, why not analyse whats wrong with youself? It seems that nobody trys that now... and that only leads back to more idiotic classrooom politics.

And how would I know so much about all this?
Heh. I wonder.

The pawn moves along in careful ponder,
to cease a flame from tearing beyond.
Seeing skies that exist no longer,
dangling fates that train the odds.
The shattered glasses, the trembling talons.
In faith, in love and then in pain.
The lonely lands. The crawling waters.
To seek, to search and then to find.
Quiet oceans tell him hesistance,
peaceful rivers made up in haste.
The cold perception, the tiring grip.
In faith, in hope and then in death.

Life seems to be something thats very colourful. It seems to be a process thats exciting and vibrant, scary and yet enjoyable. The underlying battles that the warriors do are from the swung of blades to the stabbing of swords, the wandering that the wanderers go through are from the runs to the jumps. In the journey, there would be mists and fogs. There would be darkness and blinding. There would be the poisions, the traps, the pitfalls, the treasures... the goals.

And then we die.


The thing about 'two'... that everything holds towards this law of 'two', doesn't seem to appear appealing to humans anymore. Cultures speculate, creatures regulate, and in the end, a conclusion is something that is needed, desired and expected, although most of the time, its not... there.
But its only seemingly logical for people to think that way. When someone goes... "There are only two types of ___ in the world, ........" one would assume that to be a generalised and exaggerated opinion, or perhaps a view that gives the ultima on the topic. But they say: there must be the exceptions. There must be the grey matter. No one believes that theres a black and white anymore. Because of the intricates... the details. We were made to generalise and than specialise. We are insisted upon to 'learn more and more about something less and less'. But I shan't digress.

Its folly to think that there are only two types of people in the world, the controllers and the controlled? One jests if he comments that there are only two types of states in the world, a free state and a non-free state? It is a moronic conclusion to state that there are only two types of humans in this earth, the rich and the poor?

Perhaps. It has become werid for us to just label something so clear-cuttly and define the boundaries with only 1 line to draw in division. However, we should realise that there are the things that are so clear cut. Many things. Peace or Chaos. Pass or Fail. Man or Woman. Heaven or Hell. Life or Death. Yeah, many will argue again that these are still only ultimas. But in actuality, life isn't so simple.

Life now, appears like a buffet. There are plenty of choices to plenty of things. Many decesions to many ideas. But as much as the platter seems to attract, and as much as the deeds seem correct, logic is sometimes not vital to be equalised to reason, or for that case, Truth. Humans enjoy being so abstractly corrupted within the nature of an allness-oneness principle that strongly forbids the law of 2.

But why? A simple test that can be used to test the same roots of fanatisim: Sincerely believing in something will not make it true. No more will building a solid belief framework and dome that fits jigsaws of the world together nicely.
As much as we want to believe that there are many ways for things to happen and that there are many ways for occurances to occur, the law of 2 still applys. And the fact that it is a ultima should never be scaled down. Theres always two paths to choose. Two roads to walk. Two choices to decide on.
Why let the intricates let you down? Why let the grey matter fog your view? As much as you want to argue the complications of the maze, the end would be always existant: either path A or path B. You have to choose and decide.

But humans don't seem to like to choose and decide. The cave seems warm enough for them to stay in and just agree that theres the allness in everything. Shows like '0', on channel U have even brought across concept that there is an in-between. People nowadys like being 'neutral'. They like to get stuck in the holes, rather than make up their mind to commit to something.

Seriously, why? Because its nice? Because its cool? Because its seemingly great to feel that you are the middle, the one that can transcend through both lights and agree through both waters? What is so great about being in that abyss? To linger so certainly/uncertainly in the illusion you have deemed as reality? Is it enjoyable to be so very clear about this whole picture? Is it even logical to find yourself comfortable in this state of in-between?
I won't insist futher. But rather, it would be sensible to observe what the idea of 'wholeness' really brings about. Like art, to each his own.

Because, we either live. Or die. A gunshot in the night can only mean two things - The start of a race, or the end of a life.

---
God sent his son, Jesus by grace. Jesus died on the Cross and was Raised again. He died for mankind. He was the sacrifice for our Sins. How numb do you feel to this statement? How sick do you get when you have someone reasoning to you about this?

Ask yourself. Look for the answers. Search for the truth. And then decide.
Give it chance. Besides theres only two ways to dealing with truth......

Which.

It was an English assignment, needing us to complete descriptions over various attributes of the listed emotions. The usual ritual of my book being circulated around the whole area so everyone can get 'ideas' happened at the expected intervals occured... and the usual batch of FAQs arise. This time it was a 'But fustration same as anger what...'
Yeah, indeed it.
I replied with a simple: "No... when you're fustrated, you would usually be angry. But when you're angry, your not necessary fustrated."
The reply: An assortment of -_- s and "..."s.

I wonder if its an irony or an expectation to realise that some of these were creatures that were caught up in the infatuative process rather tightly, wax lyrical about the most powerful emotion of them all: Love. Indeed, love is as great as it is, especically when one truly understands it. But when humans consider themselves to be decent-knowledgeble about the topic and yet be unable to distinguish between 'fustration' and 'anger', its the above, elaborated. Touchy... but then again, it might not be the exact interpretation of 'love' that I'm dealing with. The great one, that I have recieved from the almightly... the uncondtional one, that I have experienced from my saviour. Ranked higher in terms of emotional implications, above this sacrifice, would be the 'crush'. A concept that deals with impression, delusion, physical attraction, trait admiration and unexplainable (ahem) connectivity. But perhaps, it might be the English that is being fussy over here, rather then emotions in actuality. But English alone can't be held responsible for the acknowledgement of similarities between two different types.

Emotions, are after all, too outstanding to be explained. Maybe they could be, on some higher level. But the circumstances it extends usually only gives it a paintbrush that decorates with two colours: telling and showing. Its either a 'He looks sad.' or a 'Gazing pensively at the distant horizon, he took in a deep breath of air to savour the cold ignorance... the cold reality that nature allowed him to have. He....blah blah" And to tell about something or to be able to do implications on something, one needs to be vicariously immeresed into a pool of the happen-befores. Experience. Past memories. To think about. To retrospect. To remember. To recall. One needs to do so before being capable of such.

And that makes me nod at the wonder of our creator once again. Emotions. Such an intricate device. Such an unexplainable phenomena. People in the world take it in. Humans on the earth live it by. The creatures in this existance take it for granted...
Emotions become utilities that are touched upon when circumstances evovle. They become electrical fuses and a RPG score pad that is constantly by the eraser when one enters a new door. We play with emotions.... we manipulate them... we fall by them... we live by them... we die by them.

So, should one try to classify the different reactions that become from this gift of emotion? What method should one purchase in trying to chase and understand the winds that follow the purposes of the follies, the repetations and the elations ?

I would answer... Awe.

People actually have made distinctions between the activity. Of course, theres the logical reason for the labelization, there would always be cases where a piece of work can be graded to be pooer versus another piece, but then, to grade and comment, one needs standard. And the standard that is defined by writing, is always the assumed usual. Primarily, grammar, sentance structure and the englishtic crap that needs to be followed; Secondarily, storyline, plot, content and the other bits that give the writing taste. In some cases, opinion is graded as well, as much as its not really something that is distinguishbly black or white (unless of course, one is dealing with truth or statistics) but all who get sieved under the hands of any education system should be able to see such. The probability of regularity depends and varies of course.

Besides the styles that tell you how to write 'better' in the ways mentioned in the primary and secondary scope, above, a 'good' writer is also defined by how clear they are in their writing. How lucid they are in the flow, how capable they are in engaging the reader, how suitable the piece is for the average auidience depending on the desired/expected group. (When Jargon and technical terms are invovled...) I, don't think I'll do that well in this category, when one uses my blog as the examplartory test victim. Well, maybe I will, I'm not that certain actually... I take for granted that my readers have a wealth of knowledge to tap onto while they enter, and I have (rather valid) assumptions of pior pools of intellegences that they posses - not only knowledge, but also opinion, experience, attitudes and the usual cove of human's properties. I suppose that they know my implicits even if I'm at the extent of being too vague. And seriously, even if they, (for some reason) don't get my message, It doesn't matter. I've done the piece. I've expressed myself. It has been done, nothing else needs to be said.

Which then, through a bit of wholesome exaggeration, begs the ponderment: Why do you write the crap when the audience doesn't get you in the first place? This would probaly root from the basic mentality that writing is meant to be a piece of communication. Well, it is. Its one of the excellent devices in the world to translate thought and to convey your intentions, although sometimes, it fails in its duty (of course that depends on your standard of expression in the relative field of askance in the first place). This case scenario, works only if my works are really that difficult to understand because its so vauge. And, I personally don't think that they are, (well... who am I to judge. Oh wells.) its only at some points I don't explain myself... but most of the time, the whole concept is explained at the basic level and theres slight hints and leeways for the readers to walk from the elemantaries to the depths or the sidetracks, by themselves. The subtle vagnesss, would then, not be a malady to the writing, but rather a boon to it. And in cases, when I just don't make myself clear: Well, this is a blog, isn't it?
And you should get what I mean.

I wouldn't want to go into the arguements of Good and Bad writing... there are several view points of it, many statements to it and etc. But it can be figured out.

And besides, its late.



"Tell me."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because."

Affected by many things... governed by several frameworks. Not really that much speculated about, but probaly long understood by the humans and have seen many dwell in retrospection of its tales or be baffled while climbing the tower.

I guess its sorta like alternate personalities, only, not that extreme. You're still you. You still embody the 'you-like' persona and fit into the the shadow of your aura, but you might think slightly or drasticallly differently and do different things. Your reactions would be different. The 'One-Day' story can go on in fiction with characters sticking to a single, predictable (even considering the unpredictable) phase, but those are stories afterall. Life is always different from what one tries to say it is. When the body is exhausted as it goes along, the mind would probaly also be exhausted. But the exhaustion of the mind would be quite different from the the body, it might not stick to a single process, it might not even be a process.

I guess then, there would be no 'normal' state of mind, since the state is usually varied and swayed by time. Not time in itself of course, but rather, the effects that time carry. The usualy few thats always picked on by every psychological variable.... Situation. Circumstance. Past Experience. And thy etcteras. This notion would give a deeper meaning to 'character development' as this gives it a less wholesome picture and a more dimensional object. Its now not painted, its constructed. To take a step down the zonative ladder, and to get a bit more human-orientatied, 'States of Mind' are messed, distorted, retuned or whatever-ed(which is a bit fuzzy over here since the concept of an original state is unknown or unacknowledged) by instances when humans get provoked into a certain emotion. (In this case, 'emotion' considered to be very broad and not limited by science, defination or the English language) For instance, the commonly used 'Moon Theory'. At midnight, when its really late, the moon's gravitational pull on the earth (or something) gets you to be more vunerable in emotions versus the day. (Well something like that....) Theres other cases like when you did something 'in a weak moment' or did an action 'in a moment of folly'. Times when you do something and then when you look back at it, "Why the heck did I do that? Thats was stupid..." Regret. Humans have seemingly sub-conciously tried to solve these simple problems, as in the small scale of correction fluid. The laws that allow a reconsiderment etc.

Then theres those States of Mind that lasts for period of times. I call them 'Seasonal', only they don't go in a cycle. (Well, most don't go in a cycle.) Certain periods when you feel dark and angry? Certain periods when you feel fustrated and sad? Certain periods when you wallop yourself in self-pity? Certain periods when you are in heavy regret? When you are in a pensive moment? When you are hopelessly infactuated? When you are pissed? When you feel energised and holy? When you feel loved? When you feel cared for? Etc. Etc. Etc. Nope, they're not feelings. Look closer. Its a state of mind. When you think that theres this something there, when you're, for some reason, perceiving a certain thought, for some reason holding onto a specific notion, your trapped in a state of mind.

This is worse then the previous concept I had talked about on Spectacles in Breaking into the Identity. Simply because its another variable to add to the chain of human's inpredictablity, rather than a constant take-on, take-off syndrome. Their an long-lasting, always existant curse/blessing of the human race.

Humans. For such simple creatures.... they are so complicated.

It might appear funny, when nowadays, teenagers want to be understood.
Or, they want to be heard.

They seem to expect someone to realise the pain that they go through.
But they declare that no one really knows.

Its..... funny. And sad.

But who cares? The fact doesn't need to be cared for... It is only a matter of time when one will grow up to learn that pain can be defined by sticks and stones, but we can also do the same for humour.


"Killing. Such is the way of evil. But also... of justice"
"Such is life, you fool."
-- Scatha to Kalmar, The Way. (Yeah... I'll outgrow this after awhile I guess...)

The slience.
The monotone.
The darkness.
The thirst.
The question.
The wind.

The run.


A gunshot in the night can only mean two things... Death, or the begining of a race.
What sort of race is one to run?
Theres the answers.... those that can be reached so easily and taken off the shelves. Those that dive deep in the depths of the icy, cold ocean. Those that exist in the baptisms of fire that are conducted with painstaking, titantical, effort in all desire to produce intricate pefection.

A fallucy. An illusion. A blade that stabs without outburst nor hesistance.
A lie.


I breathe in to savour the taste. Then I recoiled, and turned towards the exit.
An exit? Was it an exit?
Does it matter?

I'll just.... run.

This, is a very werid thing. It seems very valuable and yet, so vunerable. People would want to protect their rights at intellectual property more, versus their own, physical property. The feeling of' owning' works differently for each property and is piviotal on the owner's defination of cost. The obvious answer of why intellectual property has more emotions twisted into its feeling of lost, is because of effort. There is the work done behind coming up with such property, and even if the effort was accidental or effortless, there would be the aura of satisfaction that swims around the air of the work done. And when something is copied from the work, say, a concept taken out from it, combined with a few other theories from elsewhere and perhaps the copier's own theories; the aura of satisfaction bursts its bubble and relights the lighted splint while giving a vigorous reaction. To translate, its a fuzzy feeling that takes after the pioneers of betryal, of lost, of anger, of fustration, of sadness, of outrage, of tolerance and a seemingly annoying travestified clench-of-fist. Laymanly, its a 'what the hell.... I thought of that!' Selfish? Maybe. But if humans were generous and creatures who knew how to share, the world would not need the systems like democracy anyway. Fact is, we suck at being good people. For some reason, we just are evil to the extent of destruction.

Intellectual property has been copied in so many ways, so many styles and so many situations. There is the continual growth of the abuse systems and even that have been copied. Many a times, when someone copies something, it might be very unobvious and both parties might not even realise that such a fact is going on. On a less abstract level, we can ponder about piracy, about copyrights, about copy-paste-accomplished School projects, the avenue that allows the 'sharing' (internet), etc. It wouldn't be bad enough for humans are creatures of copy. We need to imitate to learn, we need to follow to learn to lead. But as Lexus in 'The Way' has pointed out, 'It does more harm then good if you take away total power from the hands of someone'. And with the concept in hand but slightly deviated to fit another medium, when one closes himself into a cube to keep emulating without creating, to keep changing without making and to continually fix rather than construct, he would only be a shadow that walks behind the shadows of those who dare to create. Such a someone, has no power.

Then what about inspiration? A great idea is always inspired, isn't it? A majestic storyline always gets its jerky bits from another dog, isn't it? Now lets do the frequently copied method of defining inspiration, to get it from the dictionary (m-w.com): --
a : a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation
b : the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions
c : the act of influencing or suggesting opinions
How mild....... in a overview-nutshell, inspiration is a good thing. It is positive, and would probaly be encouraged for creativity. Not wrong. Teacher says so. Society says so. World says so. And... I think so. (So it wasn't sarcasm) But theres always the but, that can be pondered upon... its pretty elementary to understand when you think about it, so I'll spare myself the typing.

With such case in point, Blue mages would then be the most despised lot of the mages. For the benefits of those who don't play RPGs, Blue magic/abilities refer to skills that are gained by the act of 'copying', basically, in battle , you either concentrate or just act normally and when someone attacks you and after/during the battle, you would gain that skill. An example is Strago from FF6 who gains certain skills from monsters when they cast spells on him. The wreslter(A Japanese name that I forgotten...) from LiveALive, who gains skills by first getting people to carry out the technique on him, and then becomes capable of using that technique. But Blue magic, comes with the cost of suffering under the skill's power first... even though it is copying, it would be more acceptable compared to skills that require no pain from the skill. For instance, Lerole from A Blurred Line has the 'Acting' ablity that just has him to mimic the certain species type to gain their basic attack move. Still, he has to undergo a certain pain of mimicing the monster in the first place. The performance of the skill might give slight credit to the copy-fromer invovled by the title of the skill remaining the same or the guy's name in the name slot. But all such skills lack something vital-- development. There is only thought process is how to copy the skill to produce the same effect or perhaps, if I were to consider the topic, how to copy the skill and tweak it to produce another or similar effect.

The feeling of betryal that is stimulated when one's intellectual property is copied, probaly comes from the same fear of the teacher when he sees his disciple becoming stronger and stronger versus him. Such fear has made the many skills of the puglist world lost, as my Primary school chinese teacher had said there were 10 great skills and as the transfer of teacher to pupil goes on, each teacher kept 1 skill to himself so he would always be better than the pupil, in the end, there was only 1 skill left and the last teacher died with it.

And thats what humans are. We desire what is seemingly ours and don't want to part with it... even though, what belongs to us, might not belong truly to us, in the first place.


"Heh. How much you see is not really there. And how much you don't see is right in front of your face. " -- Dirk, The Way. When crossing the Lacodiea Stretch.

Ah damn.

Today was such a perfect waste of my time. Everything was in order to give flawless chaos. All was in sync to chant the precise tune. How great.

I spent almost the whole of today wandering the way (again). Its one of those RPGs that has complex plot to think about and figure out, and has a wonderful system to punch attributes into. In this case, the plunge system. I completed 'The Way' last year, I think. 5 episidoes, and the story hasn't ended yet... and so, I was spured on by the coversationals and debates in the forum to replay the series so I can think up my own theories and stuff regarding the concept and story. (I sure hope that guy doesn't finish making the 6th episode during my Os... if so, at least he should email me so I can do mental preparation and make a will)

In any case, its a great game. Dynamic characters, cool development, suspenseful storyline and it builds up nicely with a few powerful climaxes. And the game's theories at the forum go beyond the usual, 'hey, I know! The way represents life!' to much more complex concepts that require the pre-requisites of knowing the storyline plus some thinking of your own.

But anyway, I'm hoping tomorrow won't be so screwed like today. Its pretty much time that I feel the urgency and get myself into the mugging spirit. Getting laughed at by procastination all the time isn't a nice feeling. I hate its voice already, and the next time I meet it, I had better mute it. Heck, I'll kill it.

-- Enter Battle --

Procastination Attacks!
Zoneseekers evades.

Zoneseekers casts motivation.
Zoneseekers morale is boosted!

Procastination summons Distractions!
Zoneseekers gets into a dilema!

Zoneseekers is faced with a dilema!

Procastination attacks!
Zoneseekers takes 1000 damage.

Zoneseekers casts ignorance.
Procastination does not seem to be affected.

Procastination casts lure.
Zoneseekers defense drops greatly!

Zoneseekers attacks!
Procastination evades!

Procastination casts Ultima!
Zoneseekers takes brutal damage!
Zoneseeker has fallen!
Your party has perished.

-- Game Over--

--> The above had better not happen. I need to get those experience points... and kill that moron, procastination. Lets end this with a totally irrelevant and unrelated quote from the Way:

"Do I want to live?"
"No."
"I just don't want to die"
-- Kloe, while facing her execution. (Episode 3 or 4... oh well)


Unrelated.... hmmm.
Yeah.

Unrelated.

The chant of the everyday human being is something that transcends over the boundaries of his life, towards the distant lands that are seemingly crying out to him. And he acknowledges. For he assumes his correctness upon the gust that strides over-cross his direction and uses his attribute of tolerance to pull through the rest of the obstalces of ponder. And the academics in this field would do such by wielding their blade of apology. Each warrior prays to a different edge and the variety of flavours only add assumed originality onto the notions of the humans. They then draw their swords, and to take it in terms of the RPG, "The Way", they plunge.

If I allow my plunge in this instance to be leaped off the previous rant on the Placebo Effect, there would be much relation. In fact, I guess the Placebo does apply here in a certain sense, when the apologists are having their peons build their base. To quote from a book (whos origin, name and genre I have forgotten), "Criticisms of religions are purely based on the attacker’s framework of beliefs, ideas and dogma. No judgment can exist to be fully fair and just." If we take a step down a ladder to conisder, not criticisms, but discussions, the factor of bias is detectable in any instance. I purchase such an assumption because I myself would fall into such a trap when attempting justification and apology. Many more elaborate apologists and perhaps even the more accomplished ones would then, not be far away from the situation.

My point, is that apologetics most of the time get in the way of true truth and real reason when it is commited with purpose leaning desperately on the belief framework. With such as the skeleton, the allowance of a 'neutral stand' would pretty much be delusion at most periods. Moreover, humans are not only ones with beliefs and values, they have something else that is probaly the deciding factor of the convex study: Opinion. Every human in the world is a thinker and every moron on earth, can think. It would only be arrogance to assume that a thought that was sparked off by the rigiors of immitation, inspiration and self-creation would only be unique to the oneself. Sure, to some extent it is true, but most of the time, 70% of the floorwork is not something you can claim ownership to. The jargon has been already accepted. The rebellions already debated. I.e. what makes you think that thought can run only through your mind and not the minds of others? You have this great idea, what confirms that your the only one that thought of it? You realised this great concept, what forecasts that your the only one that understands it? Possiblity has been the sons of Chaos and of Order. Perhapstance has been the daughter of Law and Disaster. To exaggerate with seriousness, nothing in this world is truly unique. (And yeah, we can link the whole copy-chain to the one who created all...) The thing about thinking is only whether you are an expressivetist or not, and of course to, to what extent you express yourself, in which area that the desire spills onto. And that region would be also concerned with a abstractal numerical degree. And when we speak about something like truth, and even a step closer to it, its apology, we speak about something more: blood. The sword with it strikes agnoy, fear, anxiety, remorse, shock and what have you, into the hearts of even the bravest. Even the cold blooded might be provoked by its colour, to smile smugly at its assmed/potential/claimed victory.

A shiny blade thats polished several times a day, swung with force, slashed with might and acted with skill; is a serious joke if it doesn't touch blood, or another sword. That is what the sword is meant for, and that is now probaly the motive of the blade. Apology... ? Maybe after we finish.

Afterall, apologists, when faced with an ultimalistic probe, are evangelists. They are the salesman, the debaters, the knights. And salesman get doors slammed in their faces, debaters get stumbled and knights die. They all want to share a certain something and get someone to drink that thing up, so all methods prevail. Many ways. Several techniques. Books can be written, scenes can be made up, people can asked to perform tricks. At all costs, the dart must reach the centre board. Thats the aim, the goal. And when a striker wants to score into a goal, he doesn't usually take time to learn more about the goalie before moving in. Of course, he would employ many methods: say, study the whole soccer team's tatics, get into the good books of a few players, learn the weaknesses of the goalie, find out more about the goal poles etc. And then it would be how his skills are like. How good he is at tackling the ball. How fast he is. The blade is picked up. It becomes used as a wepon. It desires.... blood.

And so, having such an aim, such a hidden agenda, such a locked perspective, such a constructed delivery service- the intergrity part gets out of the way. It would be a bit hypocritical to sit down with someone, buy him a coffee and go 'yeah man, lets chat about stuff. I got this cool blade over here, but wait for its swing.' The guy is locked. The 'put-me-in-your-shoes' rule doesn't work now. (Well, it would be kinda miraculous to see how it worked in the past... now that I realised that the ones who use the rule are kinda selfish and self-centered creatures)

To create a quote from Fighter from FF1, "I like swords! Lemme use my sword! Lemme use my sword! I wanna use my sword!!!"


Yup, Fighter your're right. Its your sword.

I should be done with ranting (for now) by now. So as I wonder why the heck it seems that every one in secondary four is so busy while I'm still having a lot of time to slack, I shall do another crappy addition, to the portal of zoneseeking....

The Placebo Effect.

Idea for this came from "The Twlight Zone". A good enough Sci-Fic program that can entertain to a simple extent (expected on singapore TV anyway). A few weeks ago, the weekly series aired the episode with such as the title.

The show was basically about a man who always thought that he had a certain dieases while in actual fact he did not, this psychological effect of him had seemingly turned into reality one day, when the doctor who tended to him to carry out a placebo effect for cural realised his situation of really developing very strange symptoms. The story took quite a scary turn as his caretaker died from blood spilling out of the body, just when she was taken to the hospital. The doctors realised that everyone was infected with the diease and the hospital was under quaritine. That protagantist doctor herself had developed the symptoms... and everyone had not much time to live. Under futher investigation of that doctor, she found out that the man had gotten the diease by a book.
To quote, in paraphrasal, "It was so vivid... It felt so real... It was almost as if I... I knew..."
The doctors realised that a major situation was on their hands as they were fighting a fictional diease. To paraphrase once again...
"How did the book cure it?"
"It didn't..."
"What? You mean we're all going to die because some author had not come out with a cure for the freaking diease?"

The story ended with the doctor coming out with her own cure by tricking the man to believe that a meteor had struck earth and caused a special element to result. The guy took it, and everyone was indeed cured. But as the guy himself had cried about before he took the 'cure'.
"A meteor... it would cause the whole world to freeze... total devastation... total chaos..."
The doctor told him not to worry.

And yeah, the world was indeed totally freezed up when the doctor opened the door to celebrate. All due to one's man imagination...

I personally thought that the part of the whole freezing up was a bit unrealistic, controlling the forces of nature would be more than pyshic. But the thing about the development of the diease was to some extent... well, realistic. It just shows how strong one's beliefs are and how much they can affect something. Thereby creating placebos...

And the point about the placebo effect, being something that invovles thinking, analysis and then the construction and foundatative measure-cum-grounding of a framework that houses one's beliefs, idealogies and dogmas, it would be something unearthed towards the fact of intention, suspicion and installation.

A creation. A make-belief story that actually turns real.

Or perhaps... seems real. And when we consdier the placebo effect on the smaller scale, not towards the events of drastical life and death situations but rather mindset and contextual interpretative situations (Although this in turn can be extremely life-and-death) It is almost obvious to see a forcefield of placebo in some ways. Well maybe not obvious, but seeable. Its only if you want to see it.

This idea is scary. It is much worse than an unreasonable stigma or even logical but not so incisive dogma. The amout of matter that could result from the placebo effects are lawed upon a creative, experimental set-up. Its not what to decide on. Not what to disagree on. Its just, what one thinks. And then it happens.

Medically, the placebo effect is used for postitive results. There is the layman logic of how this works, and everyone would probaly know that. But then, using such logic, negetive results cannot be refused from the counter as well. Much can result from a placebo effect..... looking at the current state of human beings, negetivity and disorders would not be surprising for the norm.

And very much can be affected. Depending on how strong you figure the mind to be... how much influence you think it would digest and perform... The placebo effect is dangerously existant is some things. Perhaps theres the denail. But looking at a victim like the guy in twilight zone, it seems that counselling doesn't work for it. Fire needs to be fought with fire. There is no water.
Say.... Religion. What if all the religions in the world were just sparked off from placebo effects? The circumstances from growth towards a maturity are potentially favourable for any would-be believer. Its the idea of the 'trend'. The corruption of identity creation. If it was so, faith would be just based loosely onto something because we(all the believers), think so. Stuff that is assumed to happen from the resultant of the higher power might have just been created figments from our everlasting placebo. And if so, therefore the stigma rolls. Therefore the concept goes. Therefore the people rose. And therefore, the placebo is patroled. That would be scary in a way, as it goes to show that the relevances that is contained onto the supporting of the religion in question is just the actions to feed our placeboed effect.

In the case of religions and from there downwards, perhaps idealogies come into place as well. Say one guy comes along and agreee that a certain something is meant to be this way. Another person agrees with the massive logical receptives and sources of information and supports him by writing a book on the guy. More people start to belief... and soon enough a school of thought is created from that guy. Maybe the idea is sparked off by more than one guy. Maybe a larger number got the idea. But still, the placebo seems to be a prized runner in this aspect. It shows itself as more and more people get sucked into the idea. (OH! So thats how the term 'sucker' evolved. And bad English had caused it to turn to 'you suck'. Ah... ) This creates showal splinter groups and as more believe. More evidence comes in. More thoughts are produced. More logic is gandered. The Placebo effect is fed, and becomes a happy substance.

There is a style in the way things are carried out, and knowledges in any environment would be mega-locked to a fuzzily speakable sort of department. There are some ideas in the world that are seemingly symbolic to the style of the placebo effect and even in terms of that style in question, the prefered analysis of most would just be the sense of an 'aura'. Something thats not really a big deal and not really a painful sore. But a very visible example of this is synergy. The thing called team spirit. It seems very empowering when everyone in the team is in sync with each other and can carry out tasks together to completion sake while purchasing their fullest potential. Synergy bullying can also be obvious, say, when some guy in the class did not do anything to insult you or perhaps is just a tad bit irritating. After a rolling of the placebo, the whole class hates him in ganged recongisation without actual appointment and synergy humilation, ignorance and hatered comes alive.

Placebo effects could also be the reason when one speaks about the unspoken laws of life. The things everyone knows about but no one says. This could happen on smaller levels as well, from the national, to the organisational to the indiviualistic. Habits. Supersitions.

But what does the placebo effect consist? How is it created? How does it chart its path onto the human's sciences. I have heard the story of the power of animal's instinct before... and it somehow does seem similar to the human's law of the placebo effect. But I had also realised that from the example, humans themselves fall into this trap.

E.g. Monkey gonna die because no more bananas on island. One monkey suddenly took coconut fallen into the sea from the tree and eat. Monkey see, monkey do. Then all start eating coconuts and the race of monkey survives. Herd instinct? Well, theres an addtional twist...
On a totally different island, miles away, a monkey starts to go to the sea and eat the coconut as well...

And the relation to humans is that when one teenager gets IT savy, it seems that suddenly all teenagers become IT savy. That, perhaps is a more obvious example to give rather then the one I was considering about 'one like pokemon, all like pokemon' thing or 'one guy starts blog, all start' Its not only herd instinct. Its not only trend. Its seemingly placebo-effect-like... I suppose influence does play a certain role, but think about the human example. I personally don't remeber being influenced and interested with computers... I was just, like that. And every other teenager would probaly agree.

(I'm not going to do a stupid paragraph that explores the idiotic suggestion that this whole idea is a placebo effect in itself, thereby leading myself to a moronic contridiction... well, ahem)

But seriously... the placebo effect is something very scary. It can walk over ideas, laws, concepts, beliefs, constants and the whole order in itself. Then it can distort it and cause one to fumble. The placebo effect is usually speaked about in the flow of mind-body. But when other flows are considered... say mind-mind or mind-spiritual...

Let's think about it.

Ah great.

Missed the day where I could do an official 'birthday post' on my blog. All thanks to the awesome powers of the world called workload, exams and procastination. Those 3 can kill us. Together with we trying to tolerate the burdens, the total equation becomes -- WEPT. Past tense even.
So True.

The thing about this drawback to work.. its somewhat limiting. Thats the nice and probable reason why the author of Slackerscomic came up with the cool quote: "Life is for now, Work is for later." Humans are stressing themselves out too much for no reason sometimes...

My friends had unofficialy 'celebrated' my birthday with me today as there was the allowance of a holiday, as they mentioned, "Two days late never mind lar." I forgave them because of the pizza treat.

But seriously, birthdays aren't exactly that important to be celebrative events. Its another overated event that humans find sentimental value and purpose in. I recall the chinese tale of the guy that rejected gifts on his birthday and said that he should be in silent mourning instead, reason being that his mother had suffered greatly on this day -- yes theres the morale in it. But you know that something has turned sourly usual in an unusually fuzzy manner when you find such stories that relate to it in twistative ways. Typical of birthdays...

--- Stupid conversational piece on way to friend's house---
(Very matrix-like)

"Come on, lets go lar."
"What about them?"
"We go first, they'll catch up later. They know the path there."
"But we have the key. There is a difference between knowing the path and having the key. Knowing the path, but not having the key is equavilent to not knowing the path."
"We'll be opening the damn door for them lar. Just move it..."

But still... many know the path. Many know what the key is.
But so many, don't posses it.

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