Friday, May 9, 2014

The True Origin of Morals

Interview between Nevaeh and Lleh.

Nevaeh: Where did you come from?

Lleh: Why, I have no idea! The curator of this museum must have created me straight from his thoughts.

Neveah: How could you have come about?

Lleh: I must have in the same way you must have. I was created from your debris, and you from mine.

Nevaeh: So, are you saying it's as much my fault as yours? Can it really have been me that brought distopial characteristics to this world?

Lleh: Well, without you, who would want to rebel? Who could rebel? In fact, without your rules and regulations, restrictions on freedom and freedom to be restricted, who would have the ability to rebel?

Nevaeh: Yes, sure, that sounds true, but without thoughts of rebellion, who could rebel? Who would have the ability to rebel if they had no example of inkling of what true rebellion was?

Lleh: That makes sense, but how could we not introspect to the point of wanting to rebel? With the impossible standards of yours, how could morality be a good trait?

Nevaeh: My standards aren't impossible. Expecting people not to steal, worship anyone but me, lie, kill, envy, or adulterate is not an example of impossible standards.

Lleh: First of all, weren't you the one that told me yesterday that you envied that guy for having awesome shoes? What about that time when we were kids and we didn't exactly worship Superman, but we were Super close?

Nevaeh: First, you must have a good memory. Second, how did you hear about the shoes? Since when do you use another person's testimony? Did you just use your rule that nobody's perfect and deductive reasoning to get that? Lastly, no comment.

Lleh: Ha! Even you can't live up to your impossible standards!

Nevaeh: Rawr.

Lleh: So, your epistemic is low.

Nevaeh: What does that mean?

Lleh: It means that your justified belief has no validity. So, it's not only an opinion, but it's also not knowledge at all. I mean, you can't justify something you can't do yourself.

Nevaeh: I most likely could….

Lleh: No, you couldn't. It's not in human nature to be able to avoid envy and anger all together. While ethics tell you to do one thing, you can't stop thoughts from coming into your mind. If you are meant to think with envy and anger in your heart, that is what you'll think.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Dear Liz Pit,

So, I found the only healthy cookie recipe. All you need is 2.25 servings of the sponsor of The Lonely Island's Dream Girl, the flavor no one eats for fun, 1 regular sized drink container full of wheel-ish wheat, 2 spoonfuls of chocolate in powder form, 0.75 regular sized drink containers of anti-bacon dairy cow product in powder form, 0.25 regular sized drink containers of extra wheat-y wheat, 1.25 spoonfuls of rise-y powder, 0.25 small British spoonfuls water-less oceans, 0.25 small British spoonfuls applesauce-less cinnamon applesauce, 1 big, brown speckled, yellow, half moon shaped, tropical fruit, 0.25 regular sized drink containers of salad grease, 0.5 regular sized drink containers of glucose, 2 big unhatched chicks, 7 big unhatched chicks, but only the part that's not yellow, and 1.5 small British spoonfuls of ice cream fruit from Madagascar.

You must first heat the tandoor to 25 degrees less than 400 degrees fahrenheit. Then, you mix the tropical fruit, Paula Dean's favorite food, glucoses, all of the unhatched chicks, and the ice cream fruit together, in the machine named for the task. Then, separate from this mixture, mix together the sponsor of The Lonely Island's Dream Girl, in the flavor no one eats if they have a choice, the wheel-ish wheat, chocolate in power form, the dairy cow product, the extra wheat-y wheat, rise-y powder, water-less ocean, and the applesauce-less cinnamon applesauce. Then, add the two parts together, mixing not badly, and let them alone for 5 minutes. Put them on an anti-stick metal flat surface. You must crush them before you put them into the tandoor for 11-12 minutes.

When you're done, you should have enough to feed you for 4 days. I think you should eat 6 oz. of fish or chicken, and 2 cups of salad with light dressing for dinner, because cookies do not a meal make. In all, since dinner would be about 300 calories, this is about 800 calories per day! That means you might lose some of that weight you seem to think you put on.

Of course, you are sure to regain said weight once you stop eating this way, and eating only one type of food, even if it is cookies, will get tiring. The good thing is most people on other weight-reduction plans complain about not having sugary foods, but with this, all you'd eat is cookies.

I mean, I would not do this, but I also don't think I need to lose weight. 

Please don't hate me for posting this.

Love,
Alex

Friday, May 2, 2014

If Happiness Really is a Chain of Paperclips...

If society is made to put out gleams of light,
Happiness is letting your light shine
To the point of blindness,
Then life is the road with gloomy moons,
And the end of the beginning.

Imagining life as anything else is a difficult feat,
As imagining gray to be any other color is foolish,
And the world murders any sign of optimism.

The universe is wrapped in shiny paper,
Just for those optimists,
So it can be perceived as smooth and good,
As opposed to the black hole for knowledge we know it to be.

Even though the exact knowledge is hard to find,
Either through testimony or a life time of experience,
Society teaches us that life is destructive,
Humans are only vessels of violence,
Beauty is in the demolished lives,
And only a chosen few are gifted with minds,
And only a handful have the true potential,
To use their memory and reasoning skills,
To form thoughts not found through ignorance.

In thousands of countries,
Teaching the whole world against epistemology.

Society is curved toward those unknowing,
whose premise is contingent on their beauty,
And that of others.

The slight imperfections of the world are sought out,
And when the mission has been fulfilled,
The visible edges are smoothed,
Giving the illusion that everything is fine.

While, on the inside,
The fault lines are where the wars start,
Causing the breakage of all material and emotion,
Until the lives of the living,
Have been consumed,
And the only breath is that of the monster,
Eating the dead souls,
Until there is nothing left.