The Sheep "Baa" at the Screen
Rough day at the office, Uli? ;)
Are you saying the original creative works don’t exist or aren’t being recognized sufficiently?
We must all agree with Uli. We must all agree with Uli. We must all agree with Uli. Baaaa. Baaaaa. Baaaaa.
Is there anything original any more?
Humanis Naturalitis
It is no longer Human Nature, but Learned Nature and Human Learnings. We are so far removed from what is natural in life. “We” meaning the society we live in. Someone somewhere may be completely alone and living a natural life, the Survival-of-the-Fittest life, but that is somewhere far from here.
The simple fact is everything we do is Learned; some may say that this is the “Natural Way of Things,” but how do we know? All we really do know is what we have been taught.
We are taught in many different ways throughout our lives, from just observing we see how people treat each other and pick up certain things, we see all the Deadly Sins displayed before us and we accept this as Natural for this is what we see everywhere.
Some of us attend Church and hear all about burning bushes, frogs, famines, parting seas, men being nailed to crosses, etc, etc, so on and so forth into infinity. Are the things taught in Church Human Nature?
Is “Looking Out for Number One” Human Nature? Is Selfishness Human Nature?
We cannot go back and see what Human Nature really is; we are so far gone from the truth of Human Nature that we cannot even read first person accounts of learning to live. Even a brilliant novel written by a brilliant person about escape from the “Rat Race” to the Glorious Solitude of Loneliness wouldn’t be able to capture what Human Nature is for that brilliant person’s brilliant novel is written on the basis of a Learned Nature.
We smile and joke about the Anti-Pot Smoking PSA “I Learned It By Watching You Okay,” but that’s the life which we live, “we” learned it by watching “you.”
From books to newspapers, television to Internet, cinema to songs, this is where we learn our nature. If we wish to live in a calm society, we must witness calm, but we live in a violent society, so we as a society are violent, not every individual, but on the whole. That “whole” is inflicted with Greed, inflicted with Lust, inflicted with Wrath, inflicted with Pride, so some individuals within this “Whole” take firm grasp of these vices and others rail with Gluttony, Sloth and Envy.
The Nature which has been taught us is a Sinful Nature, but is that Human Nature? We truly cannot say. Some will tell us that this is completely True, and they Believe is this Truth, that they have Faith in this Truth and that they Fight for this Truth in the Name of God and Jesus Christ; well, that is what they have been taught, that is what they have Learned, but that is by no means The Truth of Our Existence.
Must we not fight against what has been thrust upon us as the Truth? Must we not attempt to look past what is before us and delve into ourselves and into those wading through this life beside us; find within us what Human Nature truly is?
It is Easy to step through life and abide the confines dictated to us by supposed Learned People; it is Easy to step through life as another sinner, dismiss humanity as nothing more than a station to another Plain of Existence; but should Life be Easy? Or should Life be a struggle to divine the Truth from the dim-watted light teachings passed down and down and down through years of simplistic considerations of our inner beings?
Gooble Gobble, Roscoe, Gooble Gobble
It’s okay, Uli. There, there.
>>Someone somewhere may be completely alone and living a natural life, the Survival-of-the-Fittest life, but that is somewhere far from here.<<
But would we really want to be that guy?
>>It is Easy to step through life and abide the confines dictated to us by supposed Learned People<<
You don’t see anti-teacher screeds everyday.
You see, people trying to calm the opposing voice, no one should rock the boat.
“People all said sit down
Sit down you’re rockin’ the boat.
“And the devil will drag you under
By the sharp lapel of your checkered coat,
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
“Sit down you’re rockin’ the boat.”
Uli, your complaint that we all think alike ends by saying that we must all think alike, you do realize that, don’t you?
I recommend some Bugs Bunny, preferably THE RABBIT OF SEVILLE to lighten you up again.
If horse e_books had a blog, is this what it would look like?
It says Roscoe, we should all find our own way.
And then we see more dismissive words through insult.
The horse, Dkarikomi, are the followers, “You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will send you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds.”
Brad, it’s not anti-teacher, for a good teacher allows a student to learn, a poor teacher, a preacher so to speak, tells students what is and demands acceptance of those words.
Telling is not teaching, learning is not obeying.
I’m making my own decision (which Uli says we don’t do any more) — I’m moving on from this thread.
Survival of the fittest is far from here?
Why is this about Tree of Life?
Telling is not teaching
It’s part of it, but there must be some kind of showing or modeling as well
learning is not obeying.
No, but obeying can lead to learning.
Plains
Throwing stones and breaking the glass of framed photographs depicting the days of former wonder. We come upon a place in time where wonder is a blanket in the sun where we sit when we dwell on those former days and on occasion wonder where we went wrong. We stepped and stepped on some path and ended up here, the great wherever. And some of us continue to step while others are pretty content with this wherever. There are ladders which lead to other plains, other wherevers, some are better than others, more brightly lit, or dim and comforting for we cannot see the faces of the others wandering on this plain. We stand at edges from where we can see nothing, yet we can feel the immense heaviness of existence, its expansiveness, its never-ending trickle into tomorrow. We could step here in our travels and fall away into memory, yet we know, well, we hope, there are memories yet to be made and so we turn and head back to brighter plains and find like-minded souls whom we converse with and we find an ear and we find a voice and see the eyes, feel the soft breath, intangibles to carry us into relationships. We metronome our way through years and somehow find that we have become happy, it’s almost as if we have waken from a simple eight-hour night’s sleep and here we are now with a family and a mortgage. We can barely remember our times visiting the edge, and the great wherever is replaced by home, the brighter lit plains are now Sundays at the park, the dim recesses are easily seen into and explained as childish fears.
And these are places we come to when we decide to finally find a place we feel we are worthy enough to call a destination.
Why the link to ‘Tree of Life’?
What is the meaning of this nonsense?
the meaning is that best of lists are BS, opinions mean nothing because we are creations of hammered societies and no longer individuals.
the fact you are using an image in a meme used over and over and over again says a great deal; where is the originality?
The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
“Ha,” he said,
“I see that none has passed here
In a long time.”
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
“Well,” he mumbled at last,
“Doubtless there are other roads.”
-Stephen Crane
the fact you are using an image in a meme used over and over and over again says a great deal; where is the originality?
and your response kinda just plays into the meme…
Is this gonna turn into a ragequit, Uli?
because their is nothing original anymore
all things are borrowed words, borrowed ideas, this is all borrowed time.
we are merely biding time and doing the work for those who control the content of the world. The music we hear, books we read, films we see, clothes we wear, it is decided for us.
So what’s this social experiment all about?
Did I ruin it?
I’m sorry.
random thought-
it once occurred to me that musicians are eventually going to run out of original music to make. I mean there has to be a finite combinations of musical arrangements to be made right?
so if I’m a guitarist, there has to come a day when all the possible riffs have come to fruition.
right?
as fowi ga mergalerg
Mogambo, it is certainly possible. What must happen is someone must endeavor to break the cycle of life we have come to run in.
Uli Cain, Cinefidel¹³
I don’t think there is such thing as taste any longer, I think we are all in a long line to eat what we are feed, like in some cafeteria.
There may be a selection of things to eat, one group eats this food, likes this film, while others eat that and like that.
While the same old blockbusters rule the box office, the same old so-called classics rule the best-ever lists, some other old nonsense rules the critic’s POV.
It’s not just films, but music and books, fashion and, yes, food too.
We just have to admit we all are sheep, there is nothing new out there.
We are not creative, we are not free thinkers, we are just part of group longing for leaders.
We are the exploited masses waiting for marketers to throw things in our general direction.
Critics are not these great beings helping us rummage through the trash, they are but a part of the machine.
Academics are no better, and they just push the party line of one of the few groups that make up the world.
No one here is special, and the ones who claim they are in denial, yet they are at least better than the ones who have mainlined the punch and pretend that it’s okay.
Can we any longer make our own decisions?
I say no.
Any one who says different is lying to themselves and to everyone else.
