Blog #3
Something that has always fascinated me is space, and infinity. An infinity of space. Space for an infinity. One thing I've never really been able to discuss this with, because I've never really found the words - is the impossible, yet completely possible law, that the universe just goes on, forever and ever. I just can't seem to completely wrap my head around that. It's like putting it simply so that people don't ask questions. It doesn't make sense. To me, an infinity of time makes sense - because anything beyond this second hasn't happened yet, but undeniably, without a doubt, no matter what, it will. Time will go on, and therefore time is an infinity we can see (Unless the entire universe explodes into nothingness - but I'm getting to that). As John Green pointed out - some infinities are greater than other infinities. Like the infinity of numbers between 0 and 2 is larger than that between 0 and 1. These infinities make sense. But how can the universe go on forever? What if there wasn't anything? Not even a blank, white space? Then would nothing be something and therefore nothing at all? I can't even hold onto the thought long enough for myself to understand it.
Tuesday, 27 January 2015
Blog #2
My interests haven't really changed over the years. I draw, I paint, I swim, I take photos, and I read. There is one interest I get to indulge in everyday. My love of words. I love English.(No - really). What other 12 year old would put a thesaurus on their Christmas list? This probably sprouted from my love of reading. I'll put it this way. "The book is always better than the movie." Who says this? Readers. Why? Because the... *gags* Non readers --- don't have anything to compare it to because they never give books a chance. Ever since I was little, I've loved books. I'm not going to say books were my only friends because... that's sad. No. I just loved them. That's why today, I don't use a Kindle. I love the smell of the paper, and the way it feels in my hands, and getting to the end of a story with someone's entire life behind your left thumb. Art doesn't have to be restricted to paint on canvas. The written word is an art - just as much as any other art - but in a different way. By stringing a few lonely words together, you can create something beautiful. The most beautifully written book I have yet read is the Fault in our Stars, by John Green. He doesn't just tell a story. He takes your breath away with every sentence - a master of words. He inspires me. I generally just think taking random sounds and symbols and being able to write stories, communicate and create art is beautiful, and it's something worth taking an interest in.
My interests haven't really changed over the years. I draw, I paint, I swim, I take photos, and I read. There is one interest I get to indulge in everyday. My love of words. I love English.(No - really). What other 12 year old would put a thesaurus on their Christmas list? This probably sprouted from my love of reading. I'll put it this way. "The book is always better than the movie." Who says this? Readers. Why? Because the... *gags* Non readers --- don't have anything to compare it to because they never give books a chance. Ever since I was little, I've loved books. I'm not going to say books were my only friends because... that's sad. No. I just loved them. That's why today, I don't use a Kindle. I love the smell of the paper, and the way it feels in my hands, and getting to the end of a story with someone's entire life behind your left thumb. Art doesn't have to be restricted to paint on canvas. The written word is an art - just as much as any other art - but in a different way. By stringing a few lonely words together, you can create something beautiful. The most beautifully written book I have yet read is the Fault in our Stars, by John Green. He doesn't just tell a story. He takes your breath away with every sentence - a master of words. He inspires me. I generally just think taking random sounds and symbols and being able to write stories, communicate and create art is beautiful, and it's something worth taking an interest in.
Blog #1
The way I see it, there are two types of people in this world. The quiet ones who read the Lord of the Rings and the rambunctious, popular ones, who, of course, everybody likes - but only because they allow themselves to be seen. They thrive on it - recognition, attention. This is one way to go through life. And don't misunderstand me - that's perfectly fine. Yay for them. But sometimes (not all the time), these people miss things. When your priorities lie in popularity and material possessions, you're basically sticking a permanent piece of cling film between you and the world. Everything is hazy. This is when you become oblivious to the unique, amazing people around you (these are usually the quiet ones who read the Lord of the Rings). I'm not on their side because I am one (well, that's not the only reason). It's because they know how to listen, and they understand. (From our famous Stephen Chbosky's Perks of Being a Wallflower). They see the world with clear, film-free vision. The thing is, people don't really get to choose who they become. They're born with themselves, their influences, and a nasty little friend hiding around every corner - fate. And for once, in the merciless lotto of life, I'm happy with who I got.
The way I see it, there are two types of people in this world. The quiet ones who read the Lord of the Rings and the rambunctious, popular ones, who, of course, everybody likes - but only because they allow themselves to be seen. They thrive on it - recognition, attention. This is one way to go through life. And don't misunderstand me - that's perfectly fine. Yay for them. But sometimes (not all the time), these people miss things. When your priorities lie in popularity and material possessions, you're basically sticking a permanent piece of cling film between you and the world. Everything is hazy. This is when you become oblivious to the unique, amazing people around you (these are usually the quiet ones who read the Lord of the Rings). I'm not on their side because I am one (well, that's not the only reason). It's because they know how to listen, and they understand. (From our famous Stephen Chbosky's Perks of Being a Wallflower). They see the world with clear, film-free vision. The thing is, people don't really get to choose who they become. They're born with themselves, their influences, and a nasty little friend hiding around every corner - fate. And for once, in the merciless lotto of life, I'm happy with who I got.
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