Sunday, April 28, 2013

Life


No one helps another,
and hunger shadows every door.
Liars betray brothers,
and rich men quickly join the poor.

Sorrow wanders everywhere,
not one alive has seen no pain.
Cheaters tell you to play fair,
and dreams are crushed in pouring rain.

Debt builds up a mighty bill,
and cruelty throws you on your face.
It never changes, never will,
the world is an uncaring place.

Everyone's somehow a crook,
and failure comes with every try.
I see this everywhere I look,
life sucks, and then you die.

-BlackFox (Boredom and cynicism were ne'r a good combination. Also, yay for optimism!)

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Irreducible Creation


Now, for once let us return to the actual topic of the blog shall we? I am well aware that many argue that there is no scientific evidence of a creator, and that what is supported by evidence is evolution. But, why don't we pause for a moment and look at one of the more interesting examples that seem to do the opposite.

We can look at the example of any irreducible complexities in nature. I irreducible complexities are things that can not be built up piece by piece. They function only when they are all present and correctly assembled. For instance, we can see objects like these in small, single celled organisms. Many contain motor like flagella that they use to move. If any part of this structure is removed, it ceases to work. Now we may ask, how does such a thing evolve over time? It does not serve its function without all of its parts. So, either the irreducible machine literally evolved into being completely assembled all at once or, it simply evolved piece by piece. Both have their own problems. Obviously, the odds of it simply coming into existence ready made by pure chance borders on ridiculous. It is virtually impossible for such a thing to happen. If it were to evolve piece by piece, that would mean the organism would evolve over time with a useless lump attached to it until the motor was fully assembled. This idea seems to go against the principles of evolution, where the fittest survive and multiply while those with deformities, or unhelpful mutations die out. The same idea can be seen in the concept of an eye, and other areas. If these things are said to happen by chance, than we must burden ourselves with the sister assertion that such astronomical odds continuously saw themselves through. On the other hand, if a creator is behind this, then the idea of such a machine existing becomes logical. It is now irreducible because it was designed with an intelligent mind, not because a cell won the genetic lottery.

-BlackFox

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Perceptions


For those of you that actually read this blog, you may remember my assigned poem called “The Grave”. It was part of a project where everyone in my class had to write a poem and analysis to go with it. Well, my teacher felt that a lot of the poems were really very good, and collaborated with the literary magazine Plain Brown Wrapper to extend the deadline so people could submit their creation. Pretty much my entire class wanted me to send mine in, and even a few people outside it told me to submit as well. In some sense, I did not really want to let people down, and thought about submitting it. But, much to the confusion of my incredulous class mates... I simply could not do it. In the end I just could not bring myself to fill out the form. A big problem for me I could not send in anonymously. It was just too intimidating.

So, one might ask, why am I rambling on about this? Well, I have found that I am not the only one who feels that way. And, unfortunately, they are also met with a sense of “Why wont you just submit it already? What is the big deal?”. It seems that people find it hard to understand why doing this is so frightening for some people. I want to try and explain what the big deal is. To many, submitting is nothing more than filling out a form and taking a shot at it. For them, the worst thing that can happen is not getting in, and that is not such a big deal. It does not really affect you right?

For someone like me, that is far from right. Submitting is not such a simple matter. When we send our work in, especially with a name on it, we are sending it to be judged by other people. We are opening ourselves up to rejection. This experience can be extremely nerve racking, especially if you dislike your own work. Some people are their own worst critics. They look at their creations and see all the little flaws. They see all the problems in flow, and diction, and sentence structure. They find all the instances of triteness and unnecessary repetition. And when someone else looks over their piece, all those flaws suddenly appear a lot bigger and more evident. Even a paper conference with a draft can be beyond stressful. It can feel as though the work is so awful, they have done something morally wrong by burdening the reader with it. This can be especially true with a panel of judges. Let us create a writer who has these elements in his disposition, and have him send in his work. He now faces two possible outcomes. If they were to reject the piece, it would confirm the worst fears of the writer. That his writing was not good enough, it never was. That he was a fool for ever sending it in when clearly it was not worth the paper he wrote it on. That his hope of its value and success were naive and in vain, and he should never have believed otherwise. Worse yet, his name was on it. Now everyone who judged the poem might connect it to him. They will connect the failure to him. Suddenly they are no longer judging poetry, they are judging the poet behind it as well. Their opinions of the writing become their opinions of the writer, and this thought can become more than one can bear. Or the other path, god forbid, if it would be accepted somehow by some miracle or oversight, then he feels as if it is on display for the whole world to see. That everyone will now read it and form opinions about him. They will connect it with his name, and now the feeling of dread and anxiety is even worse because it goes beyond the room of judges. Now, people everywhere will see it. And suddenly those flaws, so obvious to him, become even more glaring and painful. They become so evident that he feels as if everyone must, simply must, see them. And now, now he can not remove it. He can not take it down, or make it go away. It is there forever, for everyone to see, and there is nothing he can do. In the end, he regrets ever touching the form in the first place. And the worst thing is this experience will follow him all of his life. He will constantly remember this day, and wince whenever he does. The anxiety and stress may even reoccur.

I know for those of you out there who do not see it this way, that this may not make much sense. It may seem unreasonable. It may seem paranoid. It may seem like making a mountain out of a mole hill. But in the end, there are many of us who do feel that way. Who do feel that anxiety and that fear. Who do face this stress. And even if you do not fully understand, I hope this will help explain to you why so many people are paralyzed by the thought of sending in their works. Sometimes the worse that can happen is getting rejected, and sometimes that is only the beginning.

-BlackFox

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

... :D

HIP HOORAY A FILLER POST!

THIS IS ALMOST AS GOOD AS TOAST!

-BlackFox (Yeeeah.... I can't justify this one as part of class. Also, this is an inside joke. You don't want to know. Trust me.)

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Looking Ahead


So lately I have been hearing a lot of people complain about school work as being unnecessary and boring and, this one is my personal favorite, completely unrelated to their future job. They also talk about their future as if it will just fall into place for them. Normally I ignore this, but I have heard it so much lately that it is starting to get on my nerves. For those who would say this, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how real life works.

First off all, when considering your studies, those skills you learn do in fact travel over to real life. For instance, virtually every job on the planet involves math in some form. Construction for example, uses geometry heavily for scaling and calculations. It is highly unlikely that you will find a job that does not require math in at least some form or fashion, and an inability to perform means you are seriously handicapped in that area. Language arts, another supposedly useless class, is also important. In the real world, people judge you on your ability to spell and speak. When you hand in a resume or a report, if it does not look and sound professional it can really hurt your stature in most fields. Also, for those of you who want to be singers and want to write your own lyrics, the knowledge of poetry your teachers are trying to impart on you will be invaluable. Even you dislike poetry, it is still important to have that knowledge. Almost every single class you can take will useful to you in the real world, thus school is not something you can just blow off.

And speaking of the real world, it is important to have a plan for what you will do after school. You can not get your living for nothing. People are not going to pay you to breathe. You need something that is marketable to make any real money. Chances are, you will not start out making the kind of the money your parents made. They most likely worked up to where they are, and you will almost assuredly need to also. This is not a guaranteed thing either. You need skills that will allow you to move up the ladder in your own field. It is not simply going to happen. You also need to find a skill that will be viable in the long run. The odds of becoming a world famous singer or a star foot ball player in the NFL or a model for Cover Girl are extremely low. If this your dream, then more power to you, shoot for it. You are not automatically going to fail by any means, but you should have a backup plan in case that dream does not pan out. And you should also be aware that these careers tend to be very short lived. The bottom line is having a plan is essential for life, and is not something you should just wing.

-BlackFox

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Grave


1 Look to the grave, that sits over yonder,
2 a young man who lived a long life.
3 And next to the stone, stands a young daughter,
4 her mother no longer a wife.

5 Now if we listen, we may hear her calling,
6 "Oh daddy, how can it be true?"
7 "Lazarus rose, when he had fallen,
8 so please daddy, please why not you?"

9 Embittered tears, leave flesh raw and scaled,
10 they wont cleanse her sorrow her pain.
11 Broken and lonely, she finds the world faulted,
12 and embittered tears fall like rain.

13 Oh cruel life, malicious and mocking,
14 where is thy comfort I pray?
15 When a young man lives, in an old mans home,
16 and a widow has hair not of gray?

17 As the young mother leads, her child to the car,
18 and looks to the future in fear.
19 I find myself thinking, that death is not far,
20 and in fact is especially near.

21 All must wither, that which will grow,
22 no matter how strong or how tall.
23 For a gravestone leaves a dark shadow,
24 and that shadow it shadows us all.


(Some of the) Devices used:

Line one contains an instance of archaic diction. "Yonder" is a largely dead word. Yet, words like these often give a feel of wisdom and age. It gives the poem a feel as if it were a parable, or a story from olden days meant to impart a life lesson, which is useful considering that is the goal of this piece.

Line two is an example of a paradox. A young man does not live a long life. However, because death is associated closely with old age, having "lived a long life" is one of the most common phrases heard in a eulogy. The apparent contradiction catches the attention of the reader (listener), and emphasizes the fact the man died, shall we say, before his time. This is important since the reality of death for all of us, regardless of age, is the focus of the poem.

Line seven is an allusion. Lazarus is a biblical figure that was raised from the dead as miracle. The daughter is, in essence asking again for a like miracle to occur with her father. However, we know this will not happen, thus emphasizing the finality of her fathers death.

Line thirteen is personification, as I am imparting the human traits of cruelty, maliciousness, and the act of mocking unto the concept of life. This emphasizes the uncaring nature of the world and life in general. Emphasizing that life does not concern itself with our hardships, nor does it take into account factors such as age and family. If you die, you die. "Life" will not spare you because you are young.

Lines thirteen through fourteen contain an apostrophe, as I am speaking to the abstract entity of life. This serves a similar purpose as the personification. By addressing life as cruel, and demanding of it comfort in a situation where none will be given, it emphasizes the implication that life offers no consolation for death, even the death of one that is young.

Line fifteen is a metaphor. Here, the phrase "old man's home" is used in reference to a grave. This is because we often associate death with old age, and do not often consider a young man occupying what would normally house the elderly. By combining this metaphor with the idea of a young man occupying it, it emphasizes the disparity between what we expect death to be, and what it is. This is also an example of irony, when considering the concept of "living" in a grave.

Line twenty four is also an example of homophone, because the word "shadow" is used as both a noun and a verb. The word shadow has connotations with it that make it apt here. We associate it with the unknown, dishonesty, mystery, sinister, and other like words. By using it twice, I not only associate death with something that looks sinister, but something that acts sinister as well. The shadow itself symbolizes death, in that it is the dark figure that follows us all. These devices emphasize the idea of death as a dark lurking force that is indiscriminate in its victims.

-BlackFox

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(Ha! This is not just me being lazy! This one was assigned! Whoo hoo!)




Sunday, April 14, 2013

Onward


Step by step,
we forward go.
Life does not make,
it optional.

We shall go on,
indeed we must.
Though cities fall,
and turn to dust.

Onward, onward,
through wind and rain.
Despite the cold,
despite the pain.

For if we stop,
the shadows creep.
They smother us,
and make us sleep.

We hide in them,
and we pretend.
That nothing matters,
nothing ends.

But end it shall,
as end it must.
And every morning,
follows dusk.

For shadows hide,
but not for long.
And our pretend,
is proven wrong.

Though burdens come,
and paths are crossed.
We must go on,
lest we be lost.

-BlackFox (Whose laziness has become strangely addicting.)

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Calvin... and Hobbes?


Well reader, once again I am going to indulge myself in a random post. Today, we are going to talk about one of the greatest comic strips ever, Calvin and Hobbes.

*WARNING* If you like Calvin and Hobbes, and are sensitive to darker or more serious issues, please refrain from reading further as it may distress you. This blog not responsible for any ruined childhoods or emotional trauma cause by its content. Thank you.

I do not know how many of you have read, or even know about this dynamic duo, so allow me to give you a brief description. Calvin is a little boy trying to get through life despite his temper and a somewhat twisted sense of humor and morality. His companion (and conscience in a way) is his stuffed tiger Hobbes, who is brought to life by Calvin's limitless imagination. Together, they go on adventures in the world around them.

I was remembering some of the old strips I used to read, and one of them stuck out in my mind. It was one of those philosophical discussion the two tended to have. Calvin and Hobbes are sitting beneath a tree on a fall afternoon. Calvin begins discussing friendships, and how we interact with others. His logic was this: If you get most people to leave you alone, then you are doing pretty well in life. If you can somehow find someone who you can tolerate, that means you are lucky. This is especially true if they tolerate you in return. When Hobbes asks him what it means to have a friend who you can talk with and eat apples with on a fall afternoon, Calvin replies “Yeah well... I guess there's no sense in getting greedy is there?”

Now obviously this made me laugh when I first read it. After all, that is literally what they are doing. But after a minute, I realized that Calvin really was alone. Hobbes is a creation of Calvin, he is born from imagination. He is not really there. Calvin does not have a friend to sit with on a fall afternoon. He in fact, has no friends in the cannon of the story beyond Hobbes, who is alive only in his imagination. This really made me think about the strip in a different way. It is not so much about Calvin and his best friend Hobbes, as it about Calvin and Calvin's world. Calvin creates persona's that he can experience adventure and new worlds with. Spaceman Spiff for example, is a space explorer that travels the universe. Calvin often sees the world though his imagination in the strip, and that experience he has becomes the content of the story. It becomes the story of a weird little boy, too different to be accepted. His own personality and interests turn off the people around him, leaving him without friends because he refuses to alter them. In the end, he is left with only his own world, that has become safer than the real tangible one around him. The story becomes very altered in this light, and we begin to see Calvin differently than when it was merely himself and his best friend.

When I thought about the strip like this, it made me realize why I liked it so much. That underlying story appealed to me in a way I did not even realize I saw. I wont go into that here, but it made me wonder something. How often do we go through life and miss the story behind the story? How often do we over look the more powerful, or the more serious themes that become buried beneath the surface? What about other similar stories, like Winnie the Pooh? Can we see other hidden elements in these as well? I guess what I want to say is, sometimes it pays to look deeper than the surface. Sometimes we find things we never knew existed.

-BlackFox

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Dead and Gone


Recently, I accompanied my parents to the funeral of a man whom I believe was my second cousin once removed. I did not know him, and felt largely out of place there. The service consisted mainly of people recounting how wonderful he was and the memories they had of him. I felt like an intruder sitting so high up in the pews meant for family, while close friends sat in the back or in overflow seating. Afterwords, my dad took me home a little early to work on a research paper, and we spent most of the time talking about funerals. Some of it got pretty interesting, and I thought I would share the highlights with you.

Funerals are not meant for the dead, they are meant for the living. Most people take this as a way to say goodbye to the person, to remember them or talk about their life. But this is actually not the purpose of a funeral. The purpose of a funeral is to confront our own mortality, and what happens to us after we die. This is especially important today, when modern medicine pushes death farther and farther away to the edges of our lives. In the past, people died young. They lost children and parents and siblings. Death was a reality, it was there, it was a close and deeply personal thing. It was not such an alien experience as it is today. Funerals were a way of confronting the reality of death and sin, and the reality of the cross. The service did not focus on the greatness of the life of the individual, it focused on the finality of the death and on the importance of the gospel and the afterlife. Today however, that focus has drastically changed. The hard painful subjects are avoided and pushed neatly aside in favor of the person themselves. So often the message of the funeral can be boiled down to, “Be like John Smith, and you will be ok.” Spiritual connections tend to be tacked on or superficial. And as much as we want it to be this way, it is simply ignoring reality. Sin is real, death is real, and we are no more untouched by them than that man is in his grave. We can not run away from this forever. Funerals should make us stop and contemplate that reality. They are meant to make us look upward to God, not backward to the past. By making it solely about the memories of the person, it can make the funeral empty and without spiritual substance. It becomes a bunch of meaningless stories that hold no real content, especially for those who can not share them. It also tends to separate anyone under 60 from this future. Death becomes something that happens when you are old and have lived your life. But the honest truth is, it is not just something that you face when your hair begins to gray. It is something that waits beside you and can strike at any moment. This relative of mine that passed away was forty six. He had just gotten through a serious bought of illness, and had believe he was recovering when an infection took his life away. He left behind a daughter who was only three years younger than me. The image of that young girl standing in front of her fathers casket is very, very impacting, and a funeral is there to make you look at it. It there to say, “You are mortal. You are going to die. This could just as easily be you. This is reality. This is why you need God.” It is not there to give an empty speech, it is there to remind you of what is to come, and what will be.

-BlackFox

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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Everyone's A Winner


Everyone's a winner,
they say to you and me.
Everyone's a winner,
just look around and see.

Everyone's a winner,
and no one ever fails.
No one really feels a loss,
or the pain that it entails.

Everyone's a winner,
be it silver bronze or gold.
Everyone's a winner,
no one's left out in the cold.

Everyone's a winner,
even those way down the line.
They may get no recognition,
but they did their best this time.

Everyone's a winner,
no matter where they place.
Everyone's a winner,
after all, they ran a race.

Everyone's a winner,
when they've done the best they could.
They may not have a trophy,
but some paper's just as good.

Everyone's a winner,
that's what I hear them say.
Everyone's a winner,
at the end of the day.

Everyone's a winner,
sometimes is hard to hear.
When only three stand up above,
and the rest stand way down here.

Everyone's a winner,
persistently they cry.
Everyone's a winner,
as long as they just try.

Everyone's a winner,
can sound of bitter pain.
When you're the one who fell behind,
and never held a gain.

Yes, everyone's a winner,
they shout it loud and fast.
Everyone's a winner,
but the guy who came in last.

-BlackFox (who was feeling cynical today with her short post).

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Salvation


For many, Easter is about joy, laughter, colorful eggs, and chocolate. And also Chocolate. Especially chocolate. It is a day of fun and games. It is a day of fluffy rabbits. It is a day of punching out the nearest kid who almost got the egg that was so clearly yours. It is a day of chocolate. Did I mention chocolate? Because it really involves chocolate. But for Christians, it is more than just a day of fun (and chocolate). It is a day of rejoicing.

Easter is another extremely important holiday for Christians, and goes hand in hand with Good Friday. Easter centers around and celebrates the resurrection of Christ. While Good Friday reminds us of the sacrifice he made, Easter reminds us of the victory and salvation that came after. Whereas before we mourned his suffering, now we rejoice in his salvation. This is why Good Friday and Easter are consecutive. Good Friday reminds us of what he suffered for our sake. Easter Sunday reminds us of why he did it, and what he gained. It shows us both the pain and glory of the cross. Easter is no less important. It is meant to remind us of Christ's victory over the grave. In his resurrection, death lost its sting. When Christ rose from the grave, he rose in victory over sin and death. He paved the way for our salvation. He had paid the price for our sins, and suffered the wrath of His Father for our sake. With the resurrection of Christ, it became possible for men to be saved. We were no longer slaves to sin. We were no longer without hope or prayer. We were no longer separated from God by an insurmountable distance. Christ had paved the way for us to enter into heaven. We rejoice over his victory and his gift to us. Easter is meant to remember this day in celebration. It reminds us of the love of God, and of his power. It reminds us that nothing is greater than God. It reminds us that everything is within his power. It reminds us that we will never be forsaken. He could have left us to suffer our own punishment, and justly so. He could have turned away and forsaken us. He could have chosen not to die and suffer the pain of hell. But He did not choose to do so. He chose to give us a way to stand beside him. When Christ rose from the dead, we rose with him. Easter reminds us that because of God we are no longer dead in sin. That he chose to raise us to life in Christ. He freed us from slavery to sin. He freed us from our crushing debt that could never be paid. It reminds us that because of his sacrifice, we stand. We stand with God. We stand in victory. We stand over sin and death. We stand as free. This is why we rejoice.

You can see why it bothers me that so many people, who profess to be Christian, do not understand the importance of these sermons. They exist for a reason. These are not messages that we should vaguely know about and then forget. These are not stories that you automatically spout off without knowing what they mean. They are core messages and important to fully understand. That is why these holidays exist, to remind us of their importance and give us knowledge of them, beyond simply what we heard in Sunday school. They are invaluable. Easter and Good Friday are not simply two more days that you have to sit in Church for. They are extremely important both theologically, and instructively. So before you complain that you hate church. Before you complain that you do not want to spend all night in a pew. Before you start saying that it is just one night and it does not matter. Remember why they are there, and what they teach.

-BlackFox

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Sacrifice


 Well, these posts are obviously pretty late. But I wanted to do them consecutively without a random assigned post or whatever mixed in (and without having to go way over the word requirement).

So, Good Friday has come and gone another year. For a lot of people, it's just an excuse to get off work or school early. But for Christians, it is one of the most important holidays of the year. Sadly, many people do not realize its importance. Many even expressed annoyance regarding the holiday. Even when people came from a Christian family, I would still hear them complaining about having to go or giving a blatant refusal to accompany their families. It really brought me down a little to hear that, so I decided I would take a week to write about the importance and meaning of Good Friday and Easter Sunday.

Good Friday is not simply an excuse for your parents or family to drag you into church late at night. It is in remembrance of one of the most central events of the Bible, the death of Christ. Good Friday centers entirely on the death of the cross. It is there to remind us of the sacrifice of Jesus. It is meant not only as a day of remembrance, but of mourning and contemplation. It is not a happy fun holiday. The songs are not ones of joy or ones of cheerfulness. There are no happy decorations or feasts. The songs are normally ones of sorrow or a more serious nature, and the day itself was traditionally one of fasting. The service is often solemn and certainly more serious than most. Here the pastor is less apt to make a wisecrack or break the serious tone. The darker mood is meant to exist. It is meant to remain so that we may fully understand the nature of that day. The story of the crucifixion is often read from start to finish. There are no omissions. The suffering and pain of Christ is giving voice in order that we may remember what he went through. Every scorn, every wound, every moment cut away from His Father is recounted. It is meant to remind us of what he did, and why he did it. It is meant to remind us that he bore his torment willingly, suffered the fires of hell willingly, faced the utter loneliness of being forsaken by the Father willingly, for our sake and our sake alone. It is meant to recount to us the pain and suffering he endured for our sake. The focus throughout remains entirely upon what Christ did. It very rarely shifts to the congregation. It is a time to honor God, not ourselves. We are meant to contemplate the things he suffered, and why he suffered them. He endured for our sake, that we may be saved. We were not worthy. We were not deserving. But God loved us enough to literally endure the torments of Hell. This is a time to look to God with awe at the sheer magnitude of His sacrifice. This is a time for serious thought and realization of our debt to him, and how it was paid. Often times during the sermon, the church will slowly darken as symbolic candles are extinguished or certain passages have been reached. Eventually, the lights in the church will be completely off, and the sermon will end in darkness. You then leave. You do not speak to your friends. You do not make plans to go out for dinner. You leave in silence, thoughts turned above.

-BlackFox

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