Significance

Ponder for a moment all the fictitious material you have been dealt, either by the television or other media, that has led you to believe that there may be worlds, maybe even universes, all just in the nail of your pinky. Then let your mind caress the possibility that if this is true, isn't it possible that you, your world, your universe, could also be a fraction of someone's fingernail, or something's.

Ignoring that, consider the more likely possibility that there is one single universe, spanning forever in all directions. And there is the probability that suns, stars and planets are being both created and ended at any moment, some young old and some young in the eyes of the universe.

Right, considered?

A quick bit of information: Humans live on Earth. Humans are only able to live on Earth due to the near impossible chance that the Earth resides, orbits, and spins in such a way that life is possible. Not too hot, not too cold. Not too dry, not too wet. This is known as the Goldilocks zone. Recently NASA found another planet that is also in such a possible zone: giving way to the possibility of life elsewhere. And thats only what we have found so far, there may be a few million more planets just like it. The point is we just don't know.

Okay, the planet and space stuff is heavy going. But now, considering all that, think about the possibility that people (if there are any) on other planets have a similar system to us: monarchies, education, politics, sport and so on. More likely, they don't. Also likely, they are more advanced than us both in terms of technology and mental capability. It may even be their wish that they want to destroy or inhabit our world, annihilating everything on it. Its dark, but its possible.

However, more Earth related, there are ongoing problems that it faces. To name a few: poverty, war, starvation, Apple Macs.

Putting this in perspective, i have just one question: Why the fuck do i have do read something as shit as Nathanial Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter" in which neither the writer nor the reader have a clue what's going on, yet it has inserted itself so gracefully into my university course, wasting my time, when one hundred and forty trillion miles away, there might actually be a nice beach that doesn't require a university degree to get the money to go to.

Just sayin'.

Thoughts and revelations

"Don't worry about him, he's a sleazeball."

These were the words used yesterday to describe a friend of mine who, since the start of uni, has perpetually been getting girls. Yes its meaningless kisses and fondles, but kisses and fondles nonetheless. This is the part where i am supposed to say how i pride myself in not being the "sleazeball" which my friend was so delicately labelled as. But in the words of Jamie Foxx, and excuse my french: Fuck. That. Shit. It's university and it's time to prove to myself that it can be done, and stylishly. The fussiness and friendliness ends now, and its capability's turn to take a stand. That's all i have to say about that.

More seriously, i have recently had doubts about my selected course at university. These doubts have been seeded from the fact that i have actually found my more minor, less credited, subsidiary module a helluva lot more interesting than my core module. Unfortunately for me, this subsidiary lasts 10 weeks, and my core lasts 4 years. Not only this, but as a consequence, it has led me to doubt my life choice: ihaveabsolutelynoideawhatiwanttodobutiknowiwantittobefunandmoneymaking. Is this even real? or is this just the blue pill to Neo's red one of reality? But that's just it, question after question enters into my mind, with no-one else being eligible to answer except yours truly. The responsibility of having to answer your own questions is one that creeps up on you uncomfortably. It also enlightens you to the fact that being spoonfed in all your previous years was something not something to "take advantage of" necessarily, but at least something to have relished.

As i write this Jamie cullum sings the words "twenty first century kid, surrounded by illusion and confuuuuuusion." He could not be more right, and university, being the bubble it is, is all about deciphering what is reality, what is the future, and what may just be a memory. Unfortunately, i have yet to make all the classifications, and confusion is apparent. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, i don't think, and is most likely a necessary stage in any young adult's life. But it for sure is an awkward state of mind. A wise friend once said to me that starting university is all about "holding onto the things we find normal, but at the same time letting the new stuff in to our lives." And i think the case is exactly that. Albeit easier said than done.

Bob Dylan wasn't wrong: the times they are a-changin'.