Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Thinking, basically...


is what separates men from animals. But I refuse to assert that for finality. Who knows? There might come a time that it could be proved wrong. And I suppose, they are starting to disclaim such premise in the recent findings that even dolphins and other homo-tagged animals possess such faculty together with the capacity for loving. If that time comes, it could have been the greatest insult to the egoistic tendencies of the human race and it must then push us out of our illusion of supremacy over the whole world.
Nevertheless, keep thinking. It’s our only passport to know that we are, at this point in time, still dangerously ignorant. Keeping this in mind, we are gaining the responsibility of throwing dung bombs to a restless society who is in deep slumber. By dung bombs, I refer to more pressing questions and novel theories challenging the strength of what we have believed in for years. They may look at them at first as trash, but later on, a very precious trash. By slumber, I refer on how people adhere to addressing the question marks by giving periods and stopping there, something that will get Popper totally irritated by his greatest allergy, the false-finality allergy. As for any answer, there should be more questions, more tests and hence, more knowledge.
The quest for knowledge should never be seen as something that stops in Newton but something that progresses in the pages of history. And sometimes even if it occurs seldom, it takes only a pair of geniuses to disprove the multiple adherents of tradition. Well, they may be right in saying that it takes two to tango. But I also refuse to say that for certain.
We see Einstein and Eddington emerge in a time when scientific struggle is trapped under the banner of warfare. It characterizes the basic human greed for domination. Domination necessarily connotes established position and prominence, something that would keep people’s eyes fixed upon conventions and authority. It throws away any possible hindrance to its continuing reign and consumes the human intellectual pursuit by injecting the best morphine in town, the promise of certainty. In such situation, anyone who clings to Newton holds authority, and hence dominates. They adhere to probability by stating the new theory’s proximity to the Newton principle and scrutinized the same by attaching its truth to the authority of its sources. The trend is to narrow down towards the answer by proving its truthfulness and not on how Karl Popper would necessitate, by looking at its falsehood, slashing them down, challenging them until the theory finally stood the test of time. It should patiently wait until someone finally proves it wrong.
Who the hell says that everything must be certain? That things ought to be probable than possible? Einstein, for one, devised his theory free of such ambition of conventions, of well-meaning sources, and of deceitful authorities. Had it been that Einstein baptized himself under Newton, he may have gained prominence in the universities of his time but not anymore now as someone who proved them all wrong. If so, he may have belonged to this group of University Men who haughtily see themselves as the final arbiters of truth. But he knows enough not to be fettered in such mentality.
I may call such the old-man’s disorder. Look at an old man. He finds all stupid reasons in the world just to stick on what he believes in even if face-point, its sheer impossibility is thrown down in front of him. The world of science is not safe from this illness. In the movie, one of its manifestations calls himself a man-of-scince but forfeits his duties to set out all his biases for the sake of knowledge. Well, he is surely just a sample of populations who are irritated to change. Surely, it is not a caprice on the part of Eddington to dismiss the old man’s closed mentality. Eddington’s figure is, nevertheless, a reminder that every theory must pass on into tests and not dismissed by sheer sticking to what’s conventional.
In as far as there may have been Einsteins and Eddingtons existing nowadays, we can easily see that they are outnumbered by those who are ill with the old man’s disorder. Worse is that they are setting their niche in our institutions like the Church, Universities and Governments, causing an alarming outbreak.
In our university for instance, the continuous struggle for domination is heavily rampant in the way different courses assume their prominence over the others, that it is as if one course possesses more truths than the others. The way some old teachers get irritated to students who try to question what they are teaching is devastating future betterments in the sharing of information. The way the students invoke the authority of sources at all times is very disturbing in the sense that they are not anymore empowered to think outside of the box and on themselves causing no new ideas to come about. The way the administration plays the shut-up campaign on those Einsteins and Eddingtons is becoming equally demanding like a martial-law on academic pursuit.
One thing I guess is what we should hold on to, again and again: keep thinking. It’s our only passport to know that we are, at this point in time, still dangerously ignorant.

Wickedly Twitched:Virginity Deliriums and the Wretched Gossip Society


Wickedly Twitched:
Virginity Deliriums and the Wretched Gossip Society
By: Aaron Ligon Restua
Alert: I am 22 and at least, technically speaking, I’m a virgin. I am not so sure though if after five years from now I will still be or I will still be proud to claim so. Besides, most guys at my current age would claim in a straightforward manner that they are not anymore virgins even if some of them actually are. Much less would someone claim at the age of 30 that he hasn’t engaged in any erotic experience straight or not-so-straight. Our society has moved in such a way that it has incredulously injected in our consciousness that guys like me should compile a collection of sexual experiences and as others would say, “It just proves that we are, indeed, guys, to have tasted not just one but the many.” It is as if it’s the passport to the cultural notion of manhood. The idea of the 40-year old virgin has apparently been trashed-out in our consciousness as the gateway towards one’s doomed future. Most of our thinking would suggest that if I don’t want to be the subject of my drinking barkada’s laughter and amusement, then it’s now time to take a bedmate, strip-off my clothes and give in to my carnal nature.
Inspiration: It was not long ago when I chanced upon the facebook account of no other than Ms. Pat Evangelista. I’ve read from there that she is looking for a good-looking virgin guy aged 25-30 not to be her bedmate but I suppose, as a subject for a book she is currently writing. It should not be the case that the guy is a homo or someone caught under the ties of his white robes of celibacy or chastity. Besides, he should have chosen to retain his virginity out of principle or some odd reasons but not the possible fact that no one wants to sleep with him because of his very low facial value, poor hygiene or mental or physical incapacity. In short, he should be this near-to -perfect type of guy that will easily get the environment filled with high level of pheromones when girls and gays see him hanging around. Yes, he is supposed to be the one who tamed his level of libido for what he believes in, not religiously but ideally. It may be the case that he wants to preserve his virginity for his life-time partner or because of very peculiar reasons, he doesn’t want to do the deed yet. Sounds interesting, right? It’s as if very few if not actually none would qualify to the said criterion.
Conflict: It is quite amusing how the society turned on the discrepancy in tolerating men not to be extroverts about their feelings except about their sexual discipline and in training women to show their emotions while at the same time dismissing their sexual caprice as flirtatious. We raise our brows and scream disappointments in hearing girls impregnated at an early age or out of wedlock while the men’s world celebrates male promiscuity. And if someone from our own ranks detests such out of principle, he’ll easily see himself sandwiched amidst gossips of his possible gayhood or worse, sainthood. I have a number of friends who never rests in having girlfriends after girlfriends while it has been tabooed among the females to have another boyfriend immediately after break-ups, hence, the dawn of the three-month rule. If we have been doing the right thing to do, be the judge! We are continuously dismissing our subjectivity, convictions and belief to a trans-cultural bias on male-female inequality.
Gossips: Break-ups, Blind-Items, Scandals, Round-a-Clock Updates: these and many more has been the center of excellence when it comes to determining what’s hot and what’s not. Most people in our society have seemed to devaluate their own line of thinking away from academic pursuits and towards the open-booked life of Kris Aquino. It’s as if the life of Baby James would determine the future of this restless society. It’s as if our cultural horizon will be honed by the sudden transformation of a Padilla into a Gandang-hari. While most people are attaching the points of their noses on their TV screens to watch their favorite primetime teleseryes and to watch-out what will the next conflict be in a top-rating reality show, most of them are also aborting themselves away from basic public concerns.
Compendium: Such occurrence is what Henri Giroux terms as the interchange between the public and the private realms and taking the argument further, we’ll see the apparent superstructure in connection to its base. It’s a way to pacify our most pressing concerns. It’s a way to tell our poor fellows to be like the teleserye protagonists, poor and marginalized at first and giving them false hopes that at the end, they will claim what they deserve. The sudden change in our news programs giving more time slots for showbiz news than what it actually had 10 years ago is quite pressing. It’s as if it has been a face-point alternative not to mind much the corrupt administration of an Arroyo or other societal demons but to be swayed by the Wowowee-Eat-Bulaga rivalry. The introduction of a showbiz-gossip show at primetime is another insult to our rationality. It is as if the TV networks are saying that these are the type of news and programs a thinking being deserves. I can’t blame them because these are the types of shows that pays much to their ratings and consequently, increasing treasury. But haven’t anyone reckoned that it seems too much to bear. It’s odd. We cannot deny the fact that in this era, among the things that are honing the society’s consciousness is mass media. It bears the duty to awaken and educate the people out of their slumber and apathy. If it merely presents the trash, how can we possibly get into the core of real issues?
Convergence: I have just presented how the past and the present fuses to make our consciousness stunted. Tradition could be so enslaving that it is, at times, distorting our notion of equality regardless of gender. It may also void us away from our personal beliefs and convictions even with regards to sexuality. Novelty also possesses its shares of woes. It crushes the public to be alienated away from the people’s consciousness while it presents the lives of showbiz people to be a gossip alternative. In either way, the society remains a restless wanderer believing that it possesses its own identity when in fact it remains hanging, waiting for the last surging greedy winds to let it fall down to the abyss.
Melancholy: I just want to take this opportunity to thank those who are patiently reading my insane articles. I hope you have extracted some sane lessons between their lines. Forgive me if at times, I’m causing bloodshed underneath your noses. And since I suppose that this will be my last for Gasera, you may catch me up at heiroftheoverman.blogspot.com or e-mail me at aaronrestua@yahoo.com. To God (Whoever He is), Dean Gandeza and the faculty, Ma’am Chamos and the staff, my still anonymous Bella Swan and the rest of CHS people especially those who have touched my life in every way possible, you have been my writing inspiration. This will never be good bye but a celebration for a brighter tomorrow. Keep thinking. It’s our only way to know that we are at this point in time, still dangerously ignorant.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Sometimes

sometime... I have to block John Lloyd's face to catch her attention.... Joke, joke.... hahaha....

Monday, February 16, 2009

Addendum

What I owe to myself is not my existence but the way I finally decided to be me....

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Just Got Blinded

If God held all truth in his closed right hand and in his left hand only the ever-active drive to seek truth, even under the condition that I would ever and always go astray in the search, and he said to me: “Choose!” I would humbly fall before his left hand and say: “Father, give! The pure truth is reserved for you alone.” (Lessing, 8:33)
Purpose, deliberately made or not, is an inevitable part of our daily existence. It is something that we are as if condemned to determine in order to be acceptable in the eyes of the society, of our family and even us in relation to ourselves. There were times that we have to decide to have a sense of purpose not out of a rationally inclined pursuit but because we just have three or four levels of wanting and guts to do so. Unexplainable as it may seem, whether we enjoy them or not, consequences consumes the totality of the purpose we have either believed or determined ourselves to have. And most of the time, our long time believed purpose draws back into the least spaces of our lives in realizing that the purpose we have determined ourselves to have is not really what we wanted to be.
I don’t really know why the hell I am living in this hollow planet and much less would I consider writing this paper to be a plus on my quest to regaining a once lost purpose. Maybe, I’m just trained to always submit school works. All I know is I’m on the process of attaining my own truth and the rest might have been an entire literary caprice.
It was not long ago when the only possibility I considered myself to be into in the future is to be a priest. I have stayed four long years in the seminary aiming at that collinear vision of me speaking inside the Church preaching what I have then believed to be the truth. That was my purpose, I believed; that was my own truth. But I was blinded. I remained closed to other possibilities for my life and to explore new avenues wherein which I can be more mature. I have established my own dogma to place myself within a frame not knowing that in the end, my wings will lead me in flight to elsewhere.
Rest assured, the parameter I have set has been the barrier to my own growth and in the game of maturity, I have become stunted. When my own fence has started to choke me, I have realized that it’s not really meant for me. At first I was hesitant to assume a life seeing no vision of me in the end. It’s a waste I thought and I’d rather go back to where I see myself in an order. But I have realized that there is a beauty of wonder in always wanting to explore new areas of myself, of new possibilities and of new fields for growth, of a fragmented and vague purpose. I don’t really need a particular purpose because my purpose is to look for it in every situation I am into, may it be hard or not. After all, freeing me to an illusion of truth is more rewarding than remaining in an imposed area of my life.
Life is not really a progressing line. Most of the time, truths about ourselves are in fragments, of which, the goal to self-enrichment is approached while we are in the process, not when we have believed that the truth is already with us because it will just make us haughty, proud and indolent in searching for the real one.
I am still lingering around in a world of pretensions and I guess, right now, it’s better to have the truth fragmented in all situations than assuming that I have it while truth counts that I don’t have it at all. Well at least, at a particular time in my life (and it has been years since I had the realization) I have exposed myself in the idea of being free from the restraint of a parallel vision of what I should become.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

I met my angel

I just met my angel and I suddenly wanted to clasp her wings but I know that it's best to let her be the way she is, free as a bird... It is the best gift that I could ever give, to let her fly and watch her beauty glimmer from afar... I am not like a fisherman who places his subject at the mercy of his bait...

Fruits of Idleness (Walang Magawa Part 2)








Walang Magawa Part 1










My One Day Love Affair

It was just a mad step on my part to fell in love with a monster, someone who leaves you hanging while the whole world looks at me with disdain... I cannot blame anyone not even the monster... I have allowed the monster to control my life on the first place... Just always remember that behind every spark of beauty is a mystery about to unfold... Sometimes, it could bring wonderful things but most of the time, it will leave you lifeless, meaningless and faithless...

I met my angel

I just met my angel and I suddenly wanted to clasp her wings but I know that it's best to let her be the way she is, free as a bird... It is the best gift that I could ever give, to let her fly and watch her beauty glimmer from afar... I am not like a fisherman who places his subject at the mercy of his bait...