I'm thinking history projects suck.Been working for 4 hours.
But it's all good because I have bananas.
:banana: :banana: :banana: :banana:
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I'm thinking history projects suck.Been working for 4 hours.
But it's all good because I have bananas.
:banana: :banana: :banana: :banana:
Using them in your project also, are you? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Ryduce
If I could make them dance on the paper it would definitely get an A.
Now I really wonder what your project is about ... "The history of the dancing bananas"? :brow:
The reality of what we are is the same as what we see, here the reality of others does not come into it. The lie is the comparison between our reality, and that of others. So when we look in the mirror, what we see is real to us, it is not a lie, only when we compare our own view with that of the rest of the world will we see differences. And that is what the mind does, compare things. That includes our own perception. The result is that we do not just see ourself for who we are, but also how others perceive us.Quote:
Originally Posted by adilyoussef
I could say a lot more on this if I wasn't so freakin' tired, so time for bed.
If we look at ourselves years ago, we will find a change. Then we would compare what we were and what we have become. Then we look in the mirror and project what we should be. What we see in the mirror is the reflection of our bodies but not our minds. Here comes the distortion of the image that we percieve of oursleves. Facing the mirror we see a body that is real, but a mind which's created. For we change and seek change to find the reality of what we are. Through change we experience things to find the answer to "Who am I?" This question of identity is not saught in front of the mirror, but the mirror is the reflection of the new descovery we would make.
I think that this discussion with AimusSage is getting more and more intresting.
Right now I'm thinking I should have worn different socks with these shoes.
Indeed it is interesting. :nod:
The reality of what we are is not a constant. It changes with growth, who we were 10 years ago is as much a part of our reality as we are now, or will be in 10 years. The difference is that we reflect on the part that was, while looking forward to the part of our reality that is yet to be. The question ‘Who Am I?’ takes a lifetime to answer, since who we are takes a lifetime to become reality. Someone can say after 40 years that he is a successful businessman, for example, but that is not all he is. He has been so much more, and will potentially be much more. As he grows, so will his reality.
The mirror is a tool for reflection. Looking at our self in the mirror means looking at who we are now, who we were, and who we can be. The distortion isn’t the body we see instead of the mind. Our reality is both our body and mind. And through the mirror it is possible to see both and reflect on their change. The mind is the part that sees the most change and growth over the years.
The mind can easily be influenced by the views of others. This also shapes and reshapes our reality. If you tell someone often enough he is a genius, he is likely to start believing it. He makes it a part of his reality. This happens in various degrees of severity, from barely noticeable to extremely influential. This is the distortion that occurs within our reality. It doesn’t make our perceived reality any less real, but what we perceive as a result could be defined as a lie, since it is not the same as what we would see if their was no other reality interacting with ours, which would create a ‘pure’ and truthful view.
It should also be mentioned that when different realities do not interact they will become further misaligned. An example of this would be a ‘Crazy old hermit.’ Someone like this will see the world around him from a different perspective. Causing those that visit him to think him crazy. Different. While in actuality to him you are perhaps crazy and different.
To conclude this, our interaction with other realities is what shapes our own reality. What we perceive is not just what we see, but also what others see. The answer to the question 'who am I' will not depend solely on our own reality, but will also depend on our interaction with others.
I am thinking about my School.
Interesting...
Bored......
I am thinking about a pirate joke I heard, since all the pirate today... heheh
"Say old man" the young 'un asks at length, for the rum is good and fear and rum are strangers, "say, how come you only have the one leg, what happened to the other?"
"Haar-haaaargh!" the pirate returns as pirates are supposed to do, "I got that there out in the Arrrrtlantic I did, when this ol' shark begins a quaaaarel with me, haar-haaaaar. He got a mighty feast out of my port side leg I can tell 'ee"
"Gosh" remarked the young man, though he may have expressed himself more crudely, "you don't say, a shark bit your leg off."
"Haar-haaaaaar, young 'un, I do say"
"And your hook, I see you lost a hand?" the young man went one regarding the fearsom iron appendage that took the place of five digits
"Haar-haaaaaaaar lad, 'twas fighting the King's own men that happened. I were boardin these here tub filled with gold, when up pops His Majesty's tars and well, one swiped it clean off with a cutlass, before I dives into the sea and swims for me life m'boy and errrscapes to a treasure island"
"That neatly sews up the Hackneyed story" the young man thinks, "Almost"
"And your eye, old timer" he says aloud, "in what tale of daring do did you lose that piece of vital anatomy."
"Haar-haaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr" cried the pirate, "I gots that on account of a seagull ****tin' in me eye!"
The young man, used now to tales of terror and fight, is a bit non-plussed.
"Seagull **** lost your eye?"
The pirate looked downcast
"Har, well, 'twas only the second day after I got this 'ere hook!"
hahahahaha
say Jackyyy do you rent yourself out for parties, and if so may I please book you for the summer?
I am thinking that my best friends from England and most Englishmen are really a little on the mad side. I say that in the nicest possible way! :lol:
Looking for an answer to that question
I searched in every mind without exeption
That once I've been a boy and now a man
Was real to the extant I believe it then
But as you said through other's we come to know
What we are and sometimes by lying though
I expect to see it in a mirror
To see a body so real and a soul filled with terror
To know who I'm is but when
Death knocks at the door and makes me scared like a hen
Hi adil, its beautiful. Have you written it by yourself? It is great.