SICK SICK SICK

a guide to non-confident living

by Jules Feiffer, Introduction by Kenneth Tynan

I came across this book in a Vinnies store and I thought it was amazing how it captured the subtle characteristic flaws within society today. Then I looked closer and it was a representation of the late 50s, yet it still applies.

As the book goes on, Feiffer inspired the revolution of art, or drawing for newspapers.

Sorry if you like his other works and I don't have it, I just have this one book and no matter how good he is he still deserves a little mystery. I also don't have a scanner with the capacity to do all of them. *cough* borrowed one cause my scanner is one of the rolling ones which requires the subject being scanned to bend. Someone has a grudge against books.

Alright, a bit tired now. I'll finish up uploading then I'll sod off. G'night

SICK SICK SICK - Jules Feiffer

I'm sorry, I honestly don't know.

I just guess I usually have a need to return people a response once they've questioned me. But if it may be that I don't know or I don't recall, it is the truth for that moment of time.

I often do remember if I am given time to think it through, but a response is better than nothing.

Silence is the perfect herald of joy: I were but little happy if I could say how much. - William Shakespeare

It may be that I can't string my words together well, but it never seems right to voice one's own emotions. I feel that no words in any language can properly reflect how one feels at that moment in time. Once you label it, once you rename it, it changes to be a story of your past, and not in it's purest form.

Memories change and grow with time. Every time you remember it, you replace your old memory with the new one you have created, replacing the unclear parts with modifications for your perfect story. It is this fear I have of re-thinking of the past which makes me distrust my memories. I may remember what you have said, but it most likely wasn't you or it most likely, wasn't exactly what you said at that moment and context of time.

I'm sorry if you have to deal with me when I do say I don't know, but I'm not afraid to admit I don't. I'm afraid to admit I am wrong.

I understand that it is hard to understand others who are unlike your self, but have learned today that the common majority of people are afraid to admit they do not know as much as I am to admit I am wrong. I do understand my friends are wonderous and never forger anything, but I do expect a degree of error in each one of us and I have learned today that I am not the only person who doesn't know.

To know and yet think we do not know is the highest attainment. Not to know and yet think we do know is a disease. - Lao-tsu

Time, age and growth, the alien intervention

Many people have questioned the possibility of alternate universes, thus assuming there are multiple universes sharing different attributes making each of them unique as an individual of a human society.

Under this assumption, what if only our universe has the concept of time, thus including the act of aging, growth, the inevitable reality of death. This may not mean that other "universes" do not have progression. If the theory of Lamark were true, where the next generation would inherit acquired characteristics of the previous, then their development of their species in such a universe would be exponential. Imagine holding all the knowledge, ability, skill, and physio of all your previous ancestors.

And, for all you alien theorists out there, what if another species from a universe with little form of biological development or progression decided to conquer our own to strengthen themselves and evolve. Now, if they had done better research, they might have chosen Lamark's universe instead, but hey, we were easier to pick on. And then, after bulking themselves up slowly, they'll go to the world that seems to be on steroids.

Yaha, but what will we do now when there's an alien invasion of "things" still in their primitive body. Well they wont be. Since the time for them to travel to earth would be enough for them to evolve slightly, they wont be as primitive, but this would depend on their advances in travel technology. Ok, so now we must prepare for an invasion of a lightly evolved primitive alien community.

Since, as humans, we think so highly of ourselves, we must present how generous and understanding we are. We'll either blow them up or intergrate them into our society and share our goods and services, and laws, and introduce new taxes on out-world immigration.

Now that we have swindled them out of all they can give us, they have evolved to be stronger, smarter and just more human than we are from suffering under our own selfish and racist sovereign. They will now have the right to take what was ours from us, and we shall guiltily be fallen into the dust for our own reasons of greed and dominance. We shall also remember we have not evolved, because our own reliance to technology and our need to keeping every cell society.

They will stay here, learning from our mistakes and tragedies improving our world, restoring our flora and fauna, well, what's left of it, and renewing the life in our dusty, glowing soils.

After improving our world, and their own species, they will finally expand their colony, some returning home to teach and educate of new far off worlds, and others as warriors sent to Lamark's world, judging if their inhabitants have cared for their world, and then collonising it peacefully, eventually assimilating each of them - if it's possible.

Now, the Lamarkians are no easy feat, they are extraudinarily strong, smart and share multiple personalities within each of them so these new humans need to have prepared more than substancial evolution to challenge them.

Now I can't say how well the Lamarkians are, but I can say, this is only an simulation of the removal of our residency. It is not real, and neither should you believe it. Now if you wish to prevent such a happening, take care of our environment, mother nature and take care of your family and friends, community. We only need what we need and we must learn the difference between chocolate and bread.

Reminiscent memories

On the walk from the Spit bridge to Manly last Sunday, I was talking to my friend and he jolted my memory of a theory I cooked up when I was in primary school.

The Theory:

What if, during our lifetime, we are recording everything, every second, all our senses in the exact way we experienced them. We can see this in a sense that our eyes are a camera, our ears microphones, and our smell, touch, taste, and others sensory not yet encaptured into technology. And after we die, we watch it all again and evaluate what we have done.

I guess many people facing death would mentally go through the same process, but this was a time in my life where I was considering if heaven and hell existed, wondering about different religions. And if it comes down to our own judgement if we deserved to enter into which destination, or in a moral sense, if we can prove to ourselves if we are good and true enough. To many, it is not just what we see is the cut off, but if we've healed our wounds and if we feel strong enough.

There was also during the development phase, I would purposely blink my eyes at a sight I enjoyed, in the slight chance I would be able to capture and emphasise that moment. I also didn't have a camera then so it was a good idea to do so.

In a slight humanistic point of view, I thought it was more our own duty to determine if we deserve a rest per say and it was to our own responsibility to fullfill our life in the best of our ability for it to be valuable. Some people may find this by completing accomplishments or fullfilling goals, or just one in particular. The idealised magical words we often hear this in was The Meaning of Life, which never really made sense due to the way in which our media has presented it, something only achievable in Sharingri-La or a Utopian society.

Because I was so young at this time I thought, to keep it safe, I'll just try to be as good as I can. This failed sooo many times, but you can understand how annoying certain people can be *cough* siblings *cough*. Now I know why I could never find the Santa Clause.

Looking back and reflecting on my younger self, I feel like I've lost by creativity. I came up with all sorts of ideas, many I couldn't write down or was just too embarrased to say, but I don't seem to have the talent or skill anymore, as if it's been soaked or contaminated by todays society's views, education and all other forms of information they force onto you, ripping the freedom of your own thoughts from "manisfesting".

And they ask you, "any questions?" as if they have not beein conditioning you your entire life.