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Thanks for making my favorite video

Today I made your favorite video. You’re welcome.

One thing I've learnt: art, in its any form, is essential to life. Sometimes we find our piece of art in a person, then we judge them to be amazing, astonishing, outstanding, peculiar or curious, which they are.

What or who is perfect?

We all have our models, and all kinds of subjects of admiration. And that is good, to some extent... It makes us push harder or just push at all. If I read a decent piece of literature, it reminds me how much I could be advanced and how many details I could fix in my previous works. And I repeat, it's a tremendous thing. We inspire each other in an endless cycle for we all are role models sometimes and we are the followers at other times.

Could I end it here? Maybe I could but shouldn't or should but just can't... Is the basic idea of perfection purely motivational and constructive? Sadly no. As long as we're moderate and wise, it helps us improve and there's always room for that... But perfection in itself is not a reason for us to act one or another way, or to change. We have to have a vision, a goal and on our way towards them, these small images of perfection will keep us getting better and better.

It's about time for me to end but I just can't leave it out: perfection is a question of the taste of the observing entity. That's why we are so brave to label things as perfect. But it just doesn't exist, at least not in this world. A question of perception. Mathematicians could argue but... Well I don't know what to say of that but I'm always ready for a little discussion...

Bottom line: love the perfect things and know, that to certain people, ones who you probably don't even see, You are perfect, too.

wow, my tumblr turned 1 today! it's been a very beautiful and often uneventful year. despite all the controversies, i've closed a great year. thanks to the anonymous readers, the random likers, and most of all, my dearest 13 followers :) it's been superb. 

“I can safely say, on the authority of all that is revealed in the Word of God, that any man or woman on this earth who is bored and turned off by worship is not ready for heaven.” A.W. Tozer

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald

Querying

I finished my novel a couple months back and have been on and off the polishing business. But this week (ending today) I have finally arrived at the point of sending it to literary agents. It is an exhilarating and unnerving moment at the same time because I’m young, inexperienced and most of all, a terrible self-selling man. I hold it to be a huge injustice against artists, looking for representation, that they have to be able to promote themselves, market themselves because all through history it’s been common sense that they are the most shy, introverted people. Well, I’m not the typical introverted person but I still don’t like talking about what I’ve written. I like writing it fine, even discussing it but not like a used car salesman, who’s trying to point out why a wreck is still something to be wanted. Anyway, it’s beside the point--it would be if I had a point. I guess I’m just trying to get some feelings out of my system. I genuinely love the period of writing and creating but now I feel like an alien, who’s destined to fail, though I hope I’m destined to succeed but my emotions are hard to control. But now, off to bed, off to sweet dreams.

Yay! Pop-art!

Someone saw this picture being the wallpaper of my phone and just said: "Yeah, but he actually isn't." That is a misunderstanding.

Descartes identified something self-evident in this statement. If I think, then it cannot be that I do not exist--to put it differently. But then, we can see that the man on the picture is really not there. His place is indicated but he's absent. However, that's the point: it is possible for everything to not be as it is, yet, as long as I think, I exist. And there's obviously no need to prove that because it's a trivial truth. If the man thinks, his existence cannot be doubted, even when it would seem that he doesn't exist.

But there's more!

Granted that if I think, then I am, everything else is contingent. And this image is smartly implying that regardless of the appearances, if and as long as I think, I am.

St. Thomas Acquinas said that everything is perfect that is. It is so because perfection is the most or ultimately desired state of a being. And for every being the most desirable is to be, ergo when something is, then it is perfect. But that perfection stands only inasmuch as something exists. Which means that every human being is a perfect human being.

What's not so easy to see in this, is that while every human being is a perfect human being, it applies only to their beings. So it's easy to understand that every person, not depending on their skin color or culture or language, realizes in their existence the perfection of human existence, that only leads to the conclusion that only in the fact that people exist are they perfect. That means that their actions may be imperfect, just the same, and that would not invalidate the thesis that they are perfect.

In summary, every human being, just because they are, realize the perfection that can describe a human being. So there are no inferior and superior people. Equality is thus, by the nature of things, granted, and any inequality, originating in the imperfection of one, is an illusion. However, that does in no way lead us to the conclusion that the content of any being is perfect. It is false romanticizing and a logical fallacy. Equality is naturally given because everybody fulfils the perfection conveyed in human existence but that is exactly how far equality can be talked of and anything beyond that line will not really be in relation to equality.

I'm glad that even as simple as a wallpaper can have meaning.