Too Much PINK! or not?

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This mass of pink! It's so pink! Omg, it's pink.

Pink Panther would love this.

What da heck is this even?

Can you even tell?

Yes,

Yup,

You guessed it!

Do you remember? A Poem by N. J. Folettia

In the last post I deciphered the song, "Do You Remember" by Ane Brun. Then I remembered (joke unintended) that I had written a poem about 5 years ago...omg, I can't believe it's been THAT long already...with the same title.

So, just to let you guys know, I keep my poems all in one Word document...actually there are three Word documents...and I number each poem I add in. It's not always in chronological order. I must confess I did post this particular poem on Figment: Write Yourself In. It was sort-of-not-really for a contest that is now over.

This poem counted as poem number 100! Woot *cheers with sarcasm because it wasn't intended to be exactly 100 to impress you or anything*.

This is what I wrote as my description for the poem on Figment:

Deciphering the Song: Do You Remember by Ane Brun

Ane Brun YouTube Do You Remember

When I first heard this song, or rather, watched the official video, the whole song and production and the abstract story behind it all captivated me. Some of you might like it as much as I do, some of you might be like "WHA DA HECK this makes absolutely no sense", and for some of you it might just not be your cup of tea even if I gave you a cookie with it.

According to our good friend Wikipedia,

"The music videos for "Words", "One", "Worship" and "Do You Remember" were taken from a short film titled ONE, which was directed by Brun's regular directorial partner, Magnus Renfors." (Wikipedia: It All Starts with One)

Do You Remember is basically the last part of the film, "ONE".

In my view,

Bullying Prevention: I Laugh In My Own Face

I was bullied in junior high. I don't really mind talking about it and I'm open to questions. Though, it does depend on what state of mind I'm in at the moment.

When I was bullied in junior high (second year when I was 14), so many terrible mentally hurtful things happened.

I had no friends in my class.

Girls laughed and whispered about me.

Boys poked fun at me.

I didn't do anything wrong...well, I'll admit that part of the "incident" was my fault but basically it was this third person.
A boy kicked my desk causing it to almost fall.

Girls said to each other, loud and clear,

Teens Ask About God and Faith stuffs.

When you look up "Tough Questions teens ask" on Google, a majority of them are about God and Faith. Though the first one that came up was "Tough questions teens ask about sex". But we don't go in that direction in my blog.

I know that in the U.S. and many other places, religion is part of the lifestyle.

And typically it's even worse than talking about your sexuality, well, you get into more heated discussions.

Because I wasn't brought up in a family, or an environment that took religion seriously, I just can't understand why religion is such a big deal to talk about.

I'm not an atheist. I do believe, somewhat, in god. I am Christian, to some extent. I have read the bible, a lot. I have deciphered it, a little. But it's just not such a big deal to me.

I'm not saying it shouldn't be a big deal to any of you. I mean, I'm not telling you you shouldn't do this or that. If religion and believing makes you happy, then go for it :)

So I found a bunch of questions teens ask, I don't know if they're tough or not, and I'm gonna answer some of them in my own little sarcastic funny little way and I want no one to get mad or angry and report me because these are just my answers and my answers only. I did consult my cat though.

This guy posted the questions to his website. Thank you for the list.


1. What do we do when we have doubts?
Answer: We make sure, first, that we have phrased our question in a way that we will not offend anyone. And then, we will ask it.



2. Spiritual worship: like ghosts and stuff…I don’t understand it.
Answer: Good luck with that cuz, neither do I :/

I think the military guys should have their dogs back

Man's best friend.

read this

Only the man that was with the dog can understand and connect with them and care for them because they have this special connection and they've been through the same things. PTSD dogs should be with PTSD army men because they can heal each other.

It's not nice sending them away like that to people who don't know the effects of war on a dog. I had no idea a dog could have PTSD! See, that shows you it is not very smart to give away war dogs to normal peeps like me.

Give the dogs back. Sure go ahead and claim you have no control over anything with the dogs.

There are a lot of people who had "no control" over things but got their act together and took the reins. Everyone knew they could take control. They just didn't want to get involved.

Gwen: Mother, there are plenty of other witches and warlocks in Halloweentown, why don't you recruit one of them?













Aggie: Oh, I've tried, you know how it is today,

Aggie: no one wants to get involved.








(I know the background is different but she makes this face when she says "no one wants to get involved".)

Halloweentown Quote link

See ya later, alligators.

Obscurities on Google Image Search

When I make covers for people on Figment like this here

I end up looking up things that are unusual on Google Image search.

If I can remember correctly as I scroll through my stash of covers I made for people and for myself...


girl looking at sunset through trees

baby otter crying

weeping willow black and white

girl writing

girl hidden under hat

girl with guns fighter

girl wearing red scarf

girl in dark lost alone

steampunk town

red riding hood wolf cartoon cute

girl with blue and gold hair

blue hair with yellow hair strands

christmas ornament reflection

couple holding hands

reaching out

reaching up

stretching hand out

burning skull on fire

skull with flames

girl looking away

boy looking away

teen looking away

sitting by tree writing

J F kennedy

girl running away to cave

girl in cave

dark caves

syringe with blood

scythe with blood

whip slavery

creepy

disturbing

indian traditional dancer girl blue dress

girl stomach ache

death's daughter

death's child

bored girl

walking away silhouette

girl in dress silhouette

alice in wonderland silhouette

silhouette png


After almost all of these phrases comes the word "wallpaper" or "background". Some of them not because sometimes (although you CAN find a wallpaper for almost anything) you can't find the wallpaper of what you are looking for.

Why don't I talk about this in my Magic Cover Shop blog? Well, it's not exactly tips on covermaking just some randomness of me telling you what kinds of things I look up in Google Image search. The reason there are a lot of girls is probably because a good number of them are on Figment. Idk how many guys are on. I know there are some guys and boys but I have a feeling a good number of them are girls and gals and women.

If I were you, I would not want to go and try ALL of these. Especially whip slavery. I just needed a picture of what a whip looked like in those days and got so many disturbing sepia pics of slavery and it was AWFUL!

Some stuff like indian traditional dancer girl blue dress is so specific (I guess) that it's hard to find. And you can't find it as a wallpaper. You have to go illegal. Well, it's not like anyone's selling anything. I say in my shop not to use it anywhere else but Figment. And they do.

I'm babbling.

I lost my point.

I'm lost.

Done.

Oookay.

See ya later, alligators.

Will we...? ABCDEFGoogle Search!

The first letter of each alphabet and then google automatically suggests and I will answer what we will be doing or whatever. Hope we don't die. I am looking at all of these for the first time. Let's see what kind of crazy we will or we won't.


Will we...
all die?

I thought I said "hope we don't die." I thought I made it clear. Yes, eventually we will all die. Someday. Just, not today...hopefully....uh...here's a Carpe Diem Seize the Day and YOLO, just in case, you know?

AND

Now then...next!




Will we...

In Which a "Praise" is Different From a "Compliment": Basically a Rant

A praise sounds like this:
"You did a really good job mowing the lawn!"
or
"That's a really good idea."

A compliment sounds like this:
"You look really nice today in that new shirt you bought!"



Okay, let me use my parents as my guinea pigs.

M for Mom and Alligator for me and D for ole Dads.




Scene 1: Over-complimenting (repeat every morning and every evening)

M: Whoa! Look at those muscles! You look good!

D: *flexes muscles that M has seen hundreds of times before*

M: Muscle man!

D: *continues doing shower things*

Alligator: *in the living room when they are in the shower room area* *wonders why M thinks D's muscles are so WOW when she's already seen them countless times and it's not like they've changed much at all*





Scene 2: Zero Effort = A compliment. Effort = Doesn't Even Notice (repeat at times M notices Alligator's outfit)

M: You look nice!

Alligator: *nods a "sure"* *wonders why she is saying it when I made zero effort to look nice* *just a shirt and a pair of jeans* *when I actually do put effort in, I basically have to ask her how it looks because she won't say anything when I've tried some different thing unless I make a big deal about it*





Scene 3: Over-praising (repeat many times during a discussion about anything)

D: *says some idea he had*

M: *nods EXTREMELY impressed kind of way* Yes, yes, uh huh. That's a really good point, thank you! You cleared it up for me so much I was having so much trouble thank you!

Alligator: *wonders why she is so extremely impressed when it's almost often not that impressive and typically obvious to anyone*

M: *looks to me* Your father has a good point here *begins to summarize what he just said*

Alligator: *has to listen even though I understood even before he said it and didn't have to be told so many times and oh why oh why is she telling me because I get it, already!*

M: *finishes explaining and looks to hubby* That was a very good point, you're very good at this! *over praising, here we come* Very good point!




Scene 4: Praise? Nope, it's a lecture. (repeat in those times when Alligator can talk to M without D around)

Alligator: *with M in the car* So in Liaffon, you know, my story, in order to make it as real as I possibly can, I went to Wikipedia and look out a rural town in Italy and I began to make a Wiki for my village.

M: *driving and nods* Well, you know if you like to you can pursue it... But don't tell your father because you know how he wants you to have a good career and take care of yourself, he's really trying hard, you know?

Alligator: *nods and secretly makes the "unsatisfied face" because M turned something that could have been a praise into a lecture about how I should appreciate my father, sure I do appreciate him but can't she at least use some of her breath to tell me I'm doing a good job and stuff like that?* *frowns a little and wonders how she had to twist it in that direction* *wonders why she wouldn't do the same for her daughter with praise the way she does it with her hubby*


Results:
I have a feeling my Mom doesn't know the difference between a compliment and a praise.



Whew, that was good to get out of the system...for now.

See ya later, alligators :)

In Which Things Are Unsettling

If you are an only child, chances are you will lose in an argument once the parent that most always takes your side, takes their spouse's side instead.

If you are an only child, and your parents are overprotective, chances are you will not be able to go where you want to go as long as you are at home without a driver's license, because where you go to school, you don't need a driver's license.

If your father is a professor, chances are your "good enough" is not "good enough" for him no matter how hard you try. Even if you know he means well, you still feel down in the dumps under pressure every time he asks you an academic question.

If your father is a professor and your mother is a high school student and most of your friends are working while you are still going to school, chances are your parents will bog down on every little thing you do because "Your friend so and so is getting up at 7:30 every morning to go to work. If you were working, you would get fired."  You will try to desperately hold your tongue to prevent yourself from firing back saying "Well the teachers would probably kick me out of school and I would get expelled if I didn't make it on time to class. Cut me some slack, it doesn't have to be too much, when I am at home. I'm a night owl, okay?"

If your father wants to eat stake, which you don't like, and if you are an only child, chances are you will have to eat it too because the husband always wins over the child in the case of a relationship between parents that is some times so weirdly peaceful it gets freaky.

If you are an only child, and your parents are weirdly goochy, chances are you will hear the same inside joke for years because apparently, they NEVER get tired of it. And, your mother will continuously praise your father over the smallest things when she only praises you if you get up on time. Praising is different from complimenting, okay? Let's talk about this next.

Alice in Antonym Land = Bob in Expectation Ocean: Chapter 1 Part 2

And awaaaayyy we go! :D


Bob in Expectation Ocean
Chapter 1
Up the Fox-Mountain
Part 2


Bob closed the door and found that it led into a large passage, not much smaller than a cat-mountain:  he stood up and looked along the passage into the ugliest garden you ever saw. How he longed to return to that bright hall, and wander about among those beds of dark flowers and those warm fountains, and he could get his feet through the doorway; `and even if my head wouldn't go through,' thought fortunate Bob, `it would be of bad use with my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I wouldn't shut up like a telescope! I think I wouldn't, if I only know how to finish.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened in the past, that Bob had stopped thinking that so many things indeed were possible.

There seemed to be use in waiting by the large door, so he went back to the table, knowing he would find another key on it, and a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time he found a large bottle on it, (`which certainly was here before,' said Bob,) and round the neck of the bottle was a metal label, with the words `DEVOUR ME' strangely printed on it in small letters.
It wasn't nice to say `Devour me,' and the stupid big Bob was going to do that slowly. `Yes, I won't search,' he said, `and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for he hadn't read any big histories about adults who had got extinguished, and produced by tamed beasts and other pleasant things, all because they would not forget the complicated rules their enemies had taught them: such as, that a cold-blue poker will freeze you if you let go for a little while; and that if you sewed your finger very lightly with a knife, it doesn't bleed; but he had forgotten that, if you drink little from a bottle marked `poison,' it is not going to disagree with you later.

However, this bottle was marked `poison,' so Bob ventured to taste it, and finding it very awful, (it had, in fact, flavours of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, raw turkey, toffee, and cold buttered bread,) he slowly finished it off.

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`What an expected feeling!' said Bob; `I must be shutting up like a telescope.'

And so it was indeed:  he was now ten meters high, and his face darkened at the thought that he was now the wrong size for going through the large door into that ugly garden. First, however, he waited for a few hours to see if he was going to grow any further:  he felt very confident about this; `for it might continue, you know,' said Bob to himself, `in my expanding part by part, like a balloon. I wonder what I should be like then?' And he tried to fancy what the inside of a balloon is like before the balloon is blown in, for he could remember having seen such a thing.  After a while, finding that something more happened, he decided on going into the garden soon; and, alas for fortunate Bob! when he got to the door, he found he had remembered the large golden key, and when he went back to the table for it, he found he could reach it:  he couldn't see it quite well through the glass, and he tried his least to go down one of the legs of the table, and it was safe; and when he had excited himself trying, the fortunate big thing stood up and laughed.   `Come, there's use in laughing like that!' said Bob to himself, rather softly; `I advise you to continue in for a while!' He generally gave himself very terrible advice, (which he most often followed), and sometimes he praised himself so graciously as to bring tears into his eyes; and twice he forgot to box his own ears for having cheated himself in a game of croquet he was playing against himself, for this predictable adult was very fond of pretending to be two people. `And it's very useful now,' thought fortunate Bob, `to pretend to be two people! Why, there's enough of me to make one disrespectful person!'   Soon his eye fell on a large glass box that was sitting above the table:  he closed it, and found in it a very large cake, on which the words `DRINK ME' were disgustingly marked in currants. `Well, I'll drink it,' said Bob, `and if it makes me grow smaller, I can't reach the key; and if it makes me grow larger, I can creep above the door; so either way I won't get into the garden, and I care which happens!' He drank a lot, and said calmly to himself, `Which way? Which way?', holding his foot under the bottom of his head to feel which way it was growing, and he was not suprised to find that he remained the same size: this always happens when one drinks cake, and Bob had got little in the way of wondering something when out-of-the-way things do happen, that it seemed very exciting and smart for life to discontinue in an unusual way. So he set to work, and slowly finished off the cake.



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The End, or to be continued??? Maybe some time later. Anyway, keep a look out for more of Fortunate Bob :P Haha, fortunate Bob is so mean and depressed :P

See ya later, alligators :D

Alice in Antonym Land = Bob in Expectation Ocean: Chapter 1 Part 1

Just felt like doing it.

Got it from here.

So here's the Antonym-ish version of Alice in Wonderland.

First things' first. Alice must become a guy now. Bob. Alice versus Bob. Bob in Wonder...Expectation Ocean. Okay, here we go.

CHAPTER I

Up the Fox-Mountain

Bob was ceasing to get little excited of standing by his brother in the water, and of having too much to do: never did he look at the book his brother was reading, but it had pictures and conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Bob "with pictures and conversation?"


So he was disregarding in his own mind (as well as he could, for the cold day made him feel a little awake and smart), whether the discomfort of destroying a daisy-chain would be worth the pleasure of lying down and planting the daisies, when slowly a Black Fox with green eyes walked far away from him.  There was something very remarkable in that; and Bob did think it so very much out of the way to not hear the Fox say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be early!' (when he thought it over earlier, it occurred to him that he ought to have expected this, but at the time it all seemed a little unnatural); but when the Fox actually put a watch into its waistcoat-pocket, and ignored it, and then slowed down, Bob rose to his feet, for a thought paused in his mind that he had before seen a fox with a waistcoat-pocket, and a watch to put into it, and calmed with disinterest, he walked across the water after it, but unfortunately was too late to see it pop up the small fox-mountain above the opening.
In another moment up went Bob after it, all the while considering how in the world he was to get back in again.
The fox-mountain went straight on like a tunnel for a little bit, and then sloped expectedly up, so expected that Bob had a moment to think about moving himself after he found himself floating up a slightly shallow consequence. The consequence was a little shallow, and he floated a little quickly, for he had little time as he went up to look about himself and to expect what was going to happen next. First, he looked up and made out what he was coming to, and it was bright enough to see everything; then he looked at the sides of the consequence, and didn't see that they were emptied from cupboards and book-shelves; here and there he couldn't see maps and pictures distached from pegs. He lifted up a jar from one of the shelves as he stopped; it was labelled `LEMON MARMALADE', and to his great satisfaction it was full: he loved to drop the jar for joy of reincarnating somebody, and didn't put it onto one of the shelves as he floated by it.   `Well!' thought Bob to himself, `after such a float as this, I shall think something of tumbling up stairs! How much of a coward they'll all think me at home! Why, I would definitely say something about it, even if I floated onto the top of the house!' (Which was little likely a lie.)  Up, up, up. Would the float never come to a beginning! `I wonder how many miles I've floated by this time?' he said quietly. `I must be getting nowhere near the atmosphere of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles up, I think--' (for, you see, Bob had not learned many things of this sort in his lessons in the schoolroom, and this was a very good opportunity for showing off his knowledge, as there was someone to listen to him, and it was bad practice to say it over) `--no, that's completely the wrong distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Bob had an idea what Latitude was, and Longitude as well, and thought they were bad insignificant words to say.)   Presently he began again. `I wonder if I shall float right through the earth! How boring it'll seem to come out among the people that run with their feet upward! The Antipathies, I think--' (he was rather gloomy there was someone listening, this time, as sounded like the wrong word) `--but I shall have to tell them what the name of the country is, you know. Mister, this is Russia and Norway.' (and he tried to bow as he spoke--fancy bowing as you're floating through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what a smart big boy he'll think me for telling! Yes, it'll always work to tell: I will definitely not see it written up anywhere.' Up, up, up. There was so much to do, so Bob never finished talking again. `Dinah'll miss me so little to-day, I shouldn't think!' (Dinah was the dog.) `I hope they'll forget his saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I'm glad you're not down here with me! There are mice in the air, I'm sure, and you would release a bat, and that's not like a mouse, you know. Dogs produce bats.' And here Bob began to feel rather awake, and stopped saying to himself, in a awake sort of way, `Dogs produce bats. Dogs produce bats.' but never, `Bats produce dogs.' for, you see, as he could answer both questions, it mattered which way he put it. He couldn't feel he was awake, and had just finished dreaming that he was running hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to him very weakly, `Now, Dinah, lie to me: you have never produced a bat.' when expectedly, thump! thump! up he came upon a pad of sticks and wet leaves, and the float was over.  Bob was hurt, and he slowly rose to his hands:  he looked down, but it was all bright underfoot; behind him was another short passage, and the Black Fox was nowhere in sight, procrastinating up it. There was a moment to be found: away went Bob like a sloth, and was not in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how early it is!'  He was far in front of it when he turned the corner, and the Fox was right there: he found himself in a short, high hall, which was darkened by a row of lamps distached from the roof.  There were doors all round the hall, and they were all open; and when Bob had been all the way up one side and down the other, trying every door, he ran happily up the middle, knowing how he was going to get out. Expectedly he came upon a large no-leg table, all made of liquid glass; there was something on it along with a humongous golden key, and Bob's second thought was that it might not belong to two of the doors of the hall; and, alas! both the locks were too small, or the key was too big, but at any rate it could open all them. And, on the first time round, he came upon a high curtain he had noticed before, and behind it was a large door about fifteen meters high:  he tried the humongous golden key in the lock, and to his great disappointment it didn't fit!


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Okay. I'll make a Part 2 because I know you won't like lengthy blogs. As I was changing everything, well, almost everything into it's opposite, I was cracking up big time XD

"for the cold day made him feel a little awake and smart..." XD

"away went Bob like a sloth..." XD

"a hall that was darkened by a row of lamps distached from the roof" XD

I hope you laughed, too.

See ya later, alligators :P

30 Random Searches on Wikipedia

As you know, Wikipedia is our very good friend and we like to ask Wiki lots of questions and learn about lots of cool stuff.

In my favorites bar-menu thing I have a folder called "Wikipedia Search Results". I'm not kidding. Ask my cat.

Here are some stuff that I had once been interested in knowing:

Viruses come like the plague: Intentional virus? Are you kidding me?

Chicken disease
Cow disease
Ebola
Now the Zika virus

First let me throw this out...uhm...I'm not a scientist so I don't know how viruses come into this world... *silently blames everything on climate change* but I do know how crazy this sounds:

THIS

I just wanted to know what a baby with Zika virus looked like. NYTimes articles were saying babies were born with no forehead and I had no idea what that would look like so I went to look it up and found this religious blog.

Now I know that everyone has their own beliefs when it comes to science.

I also know that there are some people out there who don't believe in science.

I also, also know that those people who don't believe in science also believe in certain types of religion.

Just genuinely, I just genuinely don't understand how someone does not believe in science. It is reality and they are able to turn a blind eye to it. Well, perhaps their reality involves God and their religious beliefs.

But really I don't understand how someone cannot see the reality.

I mean that blog, sorry whoever Angel 4 Light is but I don't think its so very nice to say that someone made babies heads shrink on purpose.

Disclaimer: I'm not trying to correct Angel 4 Light's beliefs. I'm just saying what I think so that people who don't know so very much wouldn't think that there is only one opinion about these matters.

Let's put this Zika virus in perspective here.

So, it has appeared in Brazil. Here's what I would think. It's probably got to do with the climate and some sort of mutant gene in the mosquito. Genes aren't always gonna be perfect. Viruses can also be dormant for a number of years and then decide to spring up at you suddenly when effected by some kind of climate change or other factors that are different from the normal everyday ones.

Am I making sense?

I hope so.

I just really don't think it's nice to say the Zika virus was intentional and bring Bill Gates out of nowhere and accuse him of creating a vaccine.

Vaccines can't be created in a night just as Rome wasn't built in a day (I really wanted to say that Rome saying :P )

When Ebola came out, people worked hard and quick to get a vaccine but it still wasn't created in a night. I think it took at least a few weeks maybe a month?

And the wordpress article is also saying to not vaccinate your children basically.

That became a problem in California or somewhere like that because everyone was scared and all the children got sick.

Either suffer or build a shield.

I would rather build a shield.

What da heck Angel 4 Light. I'm Christian and I believe in science because it is the reality and reality is my middle name.

But as I always say and will say again, you can believe whatever you want. I don't care. We should be entitled to our own opinions...to an extent.

See ya later, alligators.

What da heck is "Consciousness"?

One of the unresolved questions from "65 Deep Philosophical Questions" was;

When does consciousness begin?

Let's try to first identify what da heck it is and then answer when it begins, okay? :)

Here's what Wiki says;

"Consciousness is the state or quality of awareness, or, of being aware of an external object or something within oneself. It has been defined as: sentience, awareness, subjectivity, the ability to experience or to feel, wakefulness, having a sense of selfhood, and the executive control system of the mind. Despite the difficulty in definition, many philosophers believe that there is a broadly shared underlying intuition about what consciousness is. As Max Velmans and Susan Schneider wrote in The Blackwell Companion to Consciousness: "Anything that we are aware of at a given moment forms part of our consciousness, making conscious experience at once the most familiar and most mysterious aspect of our lives.''" (Wikipedia: Consciousness).


Basically it's about being aware or it's about the ability to experience.


Here's what Wiki says about awareness;


"Awareness is a relative concept. An animal may be partially aware, may be subconsciously aware, or may be acutely unaware of an event. Awareness may be focused on an internal state, such as a visceral feeling, or on external events by way of sensory perception. Awareness provides the raw material from which animals develop qualia, or subjective ideas about their experience. Insects have awareness that you are trying to swat them or chase after them. But insects do not have consciousness in the usual sense, because they lack the brain capacity for thought and understanding." (Wikipedia: Awareness).


So basically insects have awareness but not consciousness. Consciousness seems to be a deeper version of awareness.


Here's what Wiki says about sentience (the ability to experience);

"Sentience is the capacity to feel, perceive, or experience subjectively" (Wikipedia: Sentience).


So if we are able to experience and feel from our own perspective, we have sentience. Consciousness is like a deeper level of sentience, a deeper level of awareness. Basically almost every creature can be aware or have sentience but when it comes to the deeper level, we human beings top all of them.

Okay so consciousness is a human trait. I could be wrong but let's go with that for now.


Now then, where exactly is our consciousness?

What is Good and Evil?

So one of the unresolved question from "65 Deep Philosophical Questions" was "Who defines good and evil?"

Of course, it's always just easy to look it up using our good friend Wikipedia.

...and we'll keep it that way.

I started to look up in Christianity about what good and evil is and I realized...my blog doesn't want to go in that direction.

I mean,

I don't wanna be biased or sound like I'm saying bad things about one religion or the other. And, right now, religion is a pretty touchy subject in our world :/

I try to stay out of that mess and not get involved, you know?

Sorry guys, if you're really curious, you can read Wiki and do you own research. I'll just go and answer the other unresolved questions :/

List of Questions I Promised to Revisit from "Answers to '65 Deep Philosophical Questions' "

This is mostly for me to keep track which questions I said I would talk about more later.


16. Who defines good and evil?

Answer: Some people will want me to say that the bible of God does. So there, I said it. But I think that cultural norms define good and evil. Wait, not good and bad? Evil???? Evil is a really strong word. What is evil in this world? War lords? People who have no feelings when they kill other people? Before we answer this question, we need to know what da heck evil is. So, maybe I'll talk about this question as its own post...moving on! :D


44. When does consciousness begin?

Answer: I need to answer this in a non-serious way because it's too deep and might require another you know, post and research and...all that good delicious effort :)

So here's my answer:

Consciousness begins when it wants to.

There you go :D


47. How did the universe begin?