Saturday, November 20, 2010

The McGurk Effect - Horizon Is Seeing Believing?

Monday, October 18, 2010

Origins


Origins, originally uploaded by Jason A. Samfield.

What are our origins?

It's amazing that our bodies are built upon technology that has been passed to us through each replication of the DNA strain and through each cell division. Meosis, mitosis, and it continues again.

There is the moment of rebirth when our genetic code is mixed with new code in a grander scheme of hedging the bets for species survival, but is the individual just an illusion and instead we are really a parts of a huge composite structure of machinery that completes the system of divinity?

This thought resurfaced a pensive perspective on the philosophy, storyline, and plot that makes up the chapters of famous and infamous Hollywood trilogy "The Matrix", especially some of the latter chapters that are commonly deemed less popular amongst the masses.

Are we just an experimental device, a mouthpiece for control over the dominion of evolutionary advantage such that our DNA is mixed into a combinatorial cocktail and then reborn anew time and time again for the pure fact of increasing the probability of species survival and thusly letting the natural forces at bay enhance and design our technology?

With all of this illusion and deceiving, it's hard to discern reality from dream, so it comes to light that we are a product of continuous being whereby there has been no end since the beginning. Is this so? And all this where the replication from one system to another has been so seamless that an illusion upon an illusion upon an illusion began to surface seemingly making us distinct individuals, when in fact we are but one grand individual?

There is no spoon, yet there is no divinity. I find this to be simultaneously true and false at the same time, which is blasphemy at its best. There isn't a spoon, it's all an illusion, but yet we do exist, we think, breathe, eat, and live, then where is the divinity? Is it all around us, including us, ourselves, our individualistic entities of existential being?

We are also not multiple beings, but one continuous breed of life that has been spawned, remixed, recoded, reconfigured time and time again just to maintain strength, vigor, and an edge on the competition in this jungle of an environment.

Ultimately, we are one. We are one being, one machine, one system, one divinity. We will not fully become aware of our supremeness nor immortality until we have reached our destination called destiny, but when we do reach it, we will be one, and with that oneness, we will be divine.

La machine parfaite est divinité.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Immiscibility: The Sacred Solvent

A droplet of water; so simple, so pure, so clear, and yet so amazing.

It is the staple of our planet, the life blood of our way, and the lubricant of biology that allows anything on planet Earth to exist. Yet, we take it for granted how grand this molecule really is to us as mortal beings enslaved to our thirst for it.

We absolve our reality assuming that it is just a plain and necessary evil, but not one that is quintessential or even just essential. At times, we deny and repel our desire to be one with it and yet we strain ourselves over our great lengths taken to overcome our addiction to it. When we are parched of it, we quench ourselves with it. It is a simple metaphor that literally plays with our existence in pluperfect form.

And yet the most interesting thing about this mystic liquid, commonly overlooked in everyday discussion, is that we are immiscible to it. Almost everything else in our world is miscible to it, yet that which relies upon it, from organelles to organisms, our chemistry, specifically organic chem, dictates that we are not soluble in all proportions with it.

We might think of it as a godsend, a pillar of truth, a foundation of faith to stand upon and lean into our future with a wonderful stride, we, the organic molecules, crying rivers in search of flowing fluids are mostly immiscible with this wordly water. And so the struggle, the suffering, and the tension of mortal spirits against the way, the tao, or also known as the path, begins and ends with the simple delight and splendid splendor called wicked water.

Pure. Crystal clear. The moderating moisture.

The sacred solvent.

Jewel: The Human Distortion

There is a precious gem in our possession. It's an heirloom of great worth that has been passed down to us from generation to generation for many of generations. It's a priceless jewel amongst us that we are almost undoubtedly unaware about and almost at all times too! It surrounds us and protects us from the great unknowns of the universe. It aspires to keep the mysterious magic alive between us and the mystical moments.

What is it? It's a mere refraction of reality that we take for granted everyday as if nothing like it actually existed. It is our perception of the world. Our human distortion. The human distortion.

Every fleeting glimpse of your life is seen through this changing lens that morphs with our growth as individuals and as a culture of wholly beings. It's a malleable lens that we take with us throughout our life journeys constantly changing it to keep the focus on what we're interested in. If something catches our eye, we change the focal points to that or whatever that we find the most interesting.

Mostly, we are in complete control of the lens, even though the environment shapes us nearly throughout our lives, but we are so dearly unaware of our control over the lens that we generally surrender to its will as if it were an autonomous entity.

I speak of the perceptions and perspectives, the point-of-views and moral compasses, the guiding lights we claim to see. I speak about the philosophic doctrine and rigorous rituals that we repeat and repent with each day. We claim to choose who we are and what we do, but sometimes we see it differently. We think we find ourselves or discover what makes us tick. In fact, both might be correct, or neither at all. It's like the ultimate problem of whether the glass is half-empty or half-full. Do we really have control over our perspective? Do we really own the rights to our movie?

Perceptions are generally not very broad, but very narrow. Even if you are the most open-minded person you think that you know, your perceptions of the world still exist within a box which your subconsciousness has been trying to shut since it was opened at your birth.

The stream of ideas, the sensory overload, the resonating neural networks with some sort of organization garnering the merit as a true intelligence, they are all funneled into our human distortion. We distort the self-image, we dam the stream into lakes and reservoirs of pent up ideas. We place circuit breakers at every turn and corner. We make sure the acoustics of our mind are as sound and silencing as a vocal booth in a recording studio instead of an epic chamber of a Gothic cathedral.

We discern every detail of life through this changing lens that gets morphed, repositioned, and sometimes melted along the way, but we are generally unaware that this shield is there protecting us from the things outside of the box. Not until we claim to have no fear and we knowingly choose to jump outside of the box, in a various number of ways, do we fully understand the full extent of our imprisonment or shall I say containment from the real world. When shall we be free, when we shall cease to be.

When we jump through the doorway to the other side, the veil gets lifted and reality sets in. It's a twisted world and yet marvelously beautiful, however, the deeper we go, the deeper it seems to get. The rabbit hole is a fathomless abyss and the mystery infinite.

Let me give you a fair warning, danger exists outside of the box. Do not attempt to discover the truth alone and definitely don't try to discover it without the proper guidance. It is a wildly wicked world that we are sheltered from, yet with our censoring blinders, it appears tame. Those blinders are but a necessary caveat of life as we know it in order to be shielded from the chaos.

For instance, imagine a carriage ride through a city's central park pulled by a horse sans blinders that gets spooked at every street corner ironically by of all things horseless carriages! The ride would be less than romantic, albeit dangerous and exciting. So, buckle up and enjoy it if you dare to stray from the pack, but simmer down if you choose to merge with the masses and maintain your sheepish status.

This is the aspect of life that abounds us all in a glory from the highest which I call the great human distortion. It's our most beautiful, sacred diamond in the rough. Let's polish her up so that we can see the she-devil in all of her sparkling glory.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Drugs Inc | Heroin | National Geographic Channel

"Heroin can be life threatening, claiming the lives of numerous victims. Follow this opium derivative as it begins in a remote Afghan heroin lab that processes the raw materials and then on to Chicago, where a dealer demonstrates its final preparation for street sale. Gain insight into its insidious powers from users, and witness a police raid on a heroin distribution network in New Jersey. Plus, go inside one radical attempt to combat heroin's social costs by supplying it free to addicts.

Read more: http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/series/drugs-inc/4656/Overview#ixzz1140FXXBk"
Drugs Inc provides a 360 view of our society's most abused drugs: cocaine, methamphetamine, heroin and marijuana.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Audi 2010 Green Car Super Bowl Commercial

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Orion: Spiral Arm



There are roughly about ~200,000,000,000 (rough estimates range from about ~100,000,000,000 to ~400,000,000,000) stars in the Milky Way galaxy.

There are roughly about ~80,000,000,000 galaxies in the entire universe with about an average amount of stars near that of our galaxy.

Therefore, there are roughly about ~30,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 to ~70,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars in the entire observable universe.

There are doubts about the actual size of the whole universe (including the unobservable) in its maximum, but pretty good estimates indicate that its size has a lower limit of about ~93 billion ly across (in diameter), but possibly has an upper limit of infinity.

We are only a one small, small, small obscure pale blue dot paired with a few other small and some seemingly larger dots amongst a black void glittered with tiny mediocre stars in our part of the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Are we alone?

If so, this universe would be a very, very, very lonely and or spacious place to exist within for our humankind and the intelligent beings that we will create.

The basic odds in Vegas for our feeble existence as the sole existence amongst all of the heavens is about 1:70000000000000000000000 as a low-ball estimate. The odds for winning the lottery are so much better than the odds for us being alone in the universe.

I'm not against belief in our superiority or the belief that we are alone in the universe, but I am against us refusing to accept our place in the universe as mere specs, little granules of sand, sitting next to the mountain of rock and stone.

Why is it so hard to remove our self-centered, human distortion from our perspective in existence and realize that we have been wrong so many times before. The Earth is round. The planets orbit the Sun, and the Sun is an average star in an average place in its galactic system. Heck, even our galaxy is somewhat ordinary in its size, shape, age, and even placement amongst the cosmos. It seems strange to me that we would think that we are anything but ordinary, but then again, we are the hominid species and we are only two "sapiens" away from our animal kingdom heritage.

Let's just remember that we live on an extremely fragile piece of real estate that is just short of being so precious that not a single molecule of it should be wasted. For instance, the element Helium is becoming scarce because it keeps eventually floating to the top layers of our atmosphere almost every time we use it. Those bits of heavy metals in your electronic devices, the plastic in your water bottle at your desk, they all are made of materials that are not infinite or superabundant, but rather limited, scarce, and precious. We don't say anything is precious except for the precious metals or maybe a diamond because their scarcity and value is so much greater than the seemingly ordinary plastic or aluminum, but all of these resources are precious. Every drop of water, every organic molecule, every amino acid, every protein, is extremely precious, not to mention the big component of our Earthly existence called life and all of its facets running the gamut from simple bacterium to intelligent multicellular organisms.

We are on a terrestrial oasis with precious drops of water to live upon in a desert that would make even the Great Sahara appear to be minuscule in comparison. In fact, there really isn't a word in the English language that would appropriately describe this ratio.

Do not overlook our apparent superabundance, but conserve as if we were lost in a desert and stuck in a small, but fruitful oasis thousands of miles away without anyone to help or assist us in our survival. In the oasis, what water we waste does not return and on Earth, what hydrocarbons we burn do not return.

Good luck Earthlings. Good luck humankind. Good luck intelligent beings of the future. I hope that you all are able to clean up and restore the damage done, the beauty lost, the intricate destroyed, and the natural, but ineffable landscape of preciousness resting upon homo sapien sapiens' souls-past, so that Earth's little seeds of life that snowballed through the evolutionary progress of the many, many, many chains of descendants from millions and millions and millions of years and years and years of trial and error is not, was not, and will never be all for naught, all in vain, nor lost for eternity. At least not yet, not until the final breath of the little quarks of energy evaporate from our wispy little end into a cold, dark, absolute, abyss of nothingness when our universe ends into the void beyond all voids.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Guillaume Nery base jumping at Dean's Blue Hole, filmed on breath hold b...