<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:38:53.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Our Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>The Growth of a Child's Mind - an upandcoming philosopher or a crazy nutjob?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-3967709761180456040</id><published>2010-04-11T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:29:43.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="blogbody" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;I live in a  society of hyperbole, where I do not like, but I love. Things are not  funny, they are funniest. I do not dislike, I hate. And, to the death of  relativity, nothing can be solved. Two things funny and they are both  funniest. It seems fashionable to follow society, follow it to the death  of adjectives. Oh, I've lost something in my words, something so  important and essential to the outcome of my speech.  I've lost the  purpose of description, for it is no longer expressed. I am inept in  description as I go on to use incessant exaggeration only to distort my  message. It seems ridiculous, but no, this is society's habits.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-3967709761180456040?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/3967709761180456040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=3967709761180456040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/3967709761180456040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/3967709761180456040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-live-in-society-of-hyperbole-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-5489956307553429716</id><published>2007-04-12T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:54:47.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The social fabric of society is so complex that often people are pressured by the constant entrapment of confining structures. These methods of confinement do hard damage to character and personality, often beating it to an amorphous shape only to be beaten again into something radically different. Few people in the world desire or strive for the label of outcast; they fear the idea of being "unfit" for society and change themselves to a manner pleasing to the eye, satisfying all those who work to be in accord with society. People, in effect, become servile to the constraining eye of society and in the end, every one who complies becomes a mere mold of generality. Adherence to this system only lengthens the step toward diversity and shortens the gap between humanity and monotony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loss of self is the biggest crime one can do to oneself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-5489956307553429716?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/5489956307553429716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=5489956307553429716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/5489956307553429716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/5489956307553429716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2007/04/definition-of-oneself.html' title='Definition of oneself'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-4818061935063358211</id><published>2007-03-13T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:34:55.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Friends</title><content type='html'>There are always people that we don't consider. They're there. We know they're there. We just never make the connection that they're there. They've been there at our worst. They've caught us at our greatest moment. We don't know. They prefer the shade, the cozy area where they go unknown. We know they're there, but we don't notice them when we get caught up with all the people who superficially and blindly follow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just need to put on the brakes on our fast lives, and take a peek to see what is going on for the others speedily passing by. We'll all be surprised by the silent friends that we find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-4818061935063358211?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/4818061935063358211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=4818061935063358211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/4818061935063358211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/4818061935063358211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2007/03/silent-friends.html' title='Silent Friends'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-117089583646736918</id><published>2007-02-07T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:50:36.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not all kids...</title><content type='html'>Certain people defy categorization but, generally, there are two types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those kids who choose to cram eating their vegetables until the very last moment. They eat all the delicious foods first, while leaving the nasty green vegetables last. Not only do they still have to eat these vegetables, they also have to leave the table with the taste of those nasty green vegetables until the next meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are those kids who choose to eat their vegetables first. They immediately eat their vegetables so as to get along to the better foods. They, on the other hand, leave the table with the taste of a finely cooked meal on the tip of their tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm categorized by the former. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-117089583646736918?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/117089583646736918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=117089583646736918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/117089583646736918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/117089583646736918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-not-all-kids.html' title='We&apos;re not all kids...'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-115551877019839623</id><published>2006-08-13T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:26:28.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Isn't this the type of irony only God would play on us? At the tender age of 6, we fight our parents and any obstacle for the mere title of being called an adult or something of that authority. This is why, when halloween comes, kids dress up as cowboys, out in the endless desert terrain with nothing near us (the perfect symbol of solitude); We dress up as Batman, but not Robin because we prefer to be all-powerful without the need of any such company; and of course, we want our identities hidden, so hopefully people won't notice our age and note our defiance against common knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;And yet as we age, we struggle to realize what it was that we fought for; we found the rewards only to be hidden within all the costs: barring responsibilites that limit our freedom and independence, the sole items we had fought to achieve. We are constantly amused of how we have aged over the years and we look back to find that we have achieved exactly what we strived for: some variation of independence. Although at this stage of our life, we haven't fully reached independence but we've gradually moved up the mountain. Even though from far out, it looks to be a big hill, only when you climb it yourself and examine the details, do you realize that the mountain is a difficult feat and for some, such as I, feel that the pains of the mountain aren't worth the feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to add that it is our oblivious nature that makes childhood so peaceful and innocent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-115551877019839623?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/115551877019839623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=115551877019839623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115551877019839623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115551877019839623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-irony.html' title='Oh, the Irony'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-115224308455744398</id><published>2006-07-06T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:31:24.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design vs. Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; (briefly touched) - I haven't gotten into the nitty gritty details yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Among all the theories of our human ancestry, there have been two main ones, which are almost completely different: intelligent design and evolution. Intelligent design theorizes that a perfect and extraordinary being created humans as they are now and that the human race is the only animal with intellect. As for evolution, it is said that humans have gradually developed over millions of years from simple unicellular organisms to the complex multicellular organism humans are today. The former is supported by the population who believe in divinity and the latter is supported by true scientists who believe in the opposite, where nothing extends beyond the universe.&lt;br /&gt;            Evolution, conceived by Charles Darwin, has been generally accepted as the origin of humans since the 1940’s. It seemed probable that every one-in-a-million mutation would be beneficial and that would eventually lead mutated animals to become more advanced, which means a longer life. Until recently, no relatively proven theory could challenge evolution scientifically. Now, as emerging biologists are making new discoveries, it’s found that the eye is made up of many different, machine-like cells doing only their specific role and nothing else. It seems almost impossible to evolve in such a fashion where, without one piece, the whole object may not function.&lt;br /&gt;            Intelligent Design does not name a creator or an architect of the human race and it does not totally oppose evolution; it does not reject the possibility that modifications were made along the way. Intelligent Design believers say that the general qualities of the human race were generated altogether. Like the gradual advancement of technology today, as we find more efficient ways, we become more dependent on them. It is doubtful that anyone today would use a car engine from the 1960’s and it is just as unlikely that the body would prefer less-efficient cells. As the more efficient cells become integrated into the organ, the body begins to create other role-specific cells based on this newly developed cell. However, with the majority of the population being Christian, Intelligent Design is almost always perceived the way the Christians portray it: humans are the only creation of God with a soul. Christians often argue that animals were created for the well-being of man. The addition of the soul criteria complicates the idea; how can someone define what is and what is not a soul?&lt;br /&gt;Despite stating evolution-type generation, Intelligent Design does promote the idea that humans were created with intellect. Evolution, on the other hand, states that humans and all other organisms, for that matter, started out as a protein of some sort and over many millions of years, the single protein becomes an organism, be it human or any animal. Evolution is based on natural selection, the idea that human cells and the beneficial ones will go on to be inherited to offspring and inheritance eventually becomes innate. This has substantial evidence, as Darwin had noticed, in the world today; certain birds have developed new beaks and such due to environmental changes, humans have become more intelligent as a whole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which do you believe? I choose evolution cuz I doubt that we are the ultimate creation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-115224308455744398?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/115224308455744398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=115224308455744398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115224308455744398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115224308455744398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2006/07/intelligent-design-vs-evolution.html' title='Intelligent Design vs. Evolution'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-115076642586988223</id><published>2006-06-19T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:20:33.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Affection</title><content type='html'>Affection; it's something humans live for, strive for, work for. From childhood, people love their parents and, in turn, hopefully, the parents show affection back. It's the balance of life. As they gradually move farther and farther away from their parents, they search out to find a spouse, another reciprocator, a soulmate. "Til death do us part," is the grandest example: people are willing to stay affectionate, usually over a long period of time. When people show affection towards someone, it's almost expected that the other reciprocate. It's seen in nature, when a young cub cuddles with the loving mother bear. Animal instinct gives us this "til death do us part." The mother bear would gladly sacrifice her life for her cub to escape. It's that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-115076642586988223?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/115076642586988223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=115076642586988223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115076642586988223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115076642586988223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2006/06/affection.html' title='Affection'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-115055166501382707</id><published>2006-06-17T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T08:41:05.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals vs. Catholicism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, like most of us, a person who's a devout Catholic and she explained to me that animals were created by God for our own well-being; "for our own good." is what she said. She also went on to insult vegetarians using alliteration saying they were "stupid" by ignoring the "good gifts of God." She also explained that animals do not have souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The idea of something "good" initially depends on the person, wouldn't you say? I think good music is Classic Rock. You do not. Does the universe conspire with you or with me? I say, neither, and others would agree. Essentially, I could say, I feel "good" that an animal I could've eaten is still alive. And how do you define what is and what is not a soul? And by which definition confines humans to being the only one with souls? When I see an animal, I can see that each animal fights for its life if it's threatened. Does that not represent that animals too have something within them that wants to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humans are simply monkeys with more brain power. Does intellect make us more superior? We're allowed to destroy other animals because we're smarter? Seems like an abuse of power to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-115055166501382707?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/115055166501382707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=115055166501382707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115055166501382707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/115055166501382707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2006/06/animals-vs-catholicism.html' title='Animals vs. Catholicism'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-114947363709223877</id><published>2006-06-04T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:13:57.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Respecting Bush</title><content type='html'>I realize there are many hundreds, thousands, of blogs out to bash our president. But, from the bunch I have read, people fail to bring up the fact that a president is supposed to gain respect and trust throughout his nation. I have tremendous amounts of respect for Bush. Seeing how he dealt with September 11, was just amazing; he unified our country in a strike against Al-Qaeda. But, what happened was something you wouldn't want from a worthy fellow: he lost his mission; he lost his passion, but, more importantly, he lost the people's passion. We see from our history that, in times of need, the great presidents knew how to take our saddened hearts and form optimistic spirits, if not joyful. And from that, we learned to respect a leader. Bush had his cards given to him, served to him and he captured our hearts, only to leave us empty. Granted, he has had to deal with a lot in his 8-year tenure: two majorly damaging disasters, 9/11 and Katrina. But those are his cards; act brave and courageous, and the country would love him. Show that what he has done is the most he could've done. But no, Bush must not know how to play cards, despite being from Texas. He declared war on the basis of "weapons of mass destruction" that weren't even there. And wasn't our target Al-Qaeda and aren't they in Alfghanistan? No matter, we went on with the war and some people did approve and we still loved him. Then, he could never put a deafening point into the Iraqis and show us his bravery and determination. And our hearts gradually sank but his ratings slowly decreased. But our hearts took a hard blow in Hurricane Katrina and Bush had claimed he had no idea the hurricane would be so catastrophic, as the levees would be breached. Caught on tape, several advisers had warned him of the incoming disaster and he persisted in ignoring it. Maybe he tried showing us his perseverance? He had lied. True, many presidents lie but they do it for good reason and Bush ignored good advice and maybe some common sense and that is a steady path to disapproval. And that is how and why no one approves of Bush, he doesn't gain our respect or trust, he grabs it and then ultimately crushes us. Of course, I had skipped over many invigorating details, which spanned over the past few years. What more can I say? Other than: "two more years?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-114947363709223877?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/114947363709223877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=114947363709223877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/114947363709223877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/114947363709223877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2006/06/respecting-bush.html' title='Respecting Bush'/><author><name>One Of Our Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531512286972880180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170259.post-114926301304432554</id><published>2006-06-02T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:18:24.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the inhumanity. Oh, the insanity</title><content type='html'>Inhumane - lacking kindness (search “Inhumane definition” on Google)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that definition, we, humans, are the most inhumane species. Of course, we do love but those are rare times, seeing how a good amount of us are single and even for those who are “in love” per se, there are those relationships that are purely a result of desperation, hiding, fitting in, etc. We are kind, yes, but only to the things we understand. We’re taught from our childhood not to talk to strangers and it’s human nature to disapprove of things we don’t understand. If there were aliens about, we wouldn’t laugh at or accept them, we’d fear or kill them, even if they truly wanted to coexist with us. When things get in our way, we destroy it, even if the thing is ourselves, the human species. Don’t tell me it’s our nature; from the little I know about primates, I’m pretty sure they can coexist with other animals as we see in forests and such. Most real estate agencies don’t offer an ecological environment to compliment your home (unless you’re loaded with cash), and when we don’t separate our homes from animals, we tend to stress the owning that is involved. “It’s our pet dog.” Wait, sorry, that’s wrong. “It’s the pet dog.” We call it a name that signifies ownership. Also, put into certain light, a leash is enslavement. Of course, may be overstatement but essentially, it limits what they can do, so maybe not enslavement, but rather confined liberty (they are free so long as they don’t cross what we believe), if there is such a thing. As for ourselves, we do not treat ourselves any better than we treat animals. We ruin our environment (which is unkind toward are future) and we’ve lost the meaning of love and unity. James Madison said, “If men were angels, we would not need a government.” Angels? We’re not close. Most governments in the world, or positions of power, are corrupt. The people who fill these positions of power are often abusing their strength and depth of war technology to cause others, our own species, to be killed, if not controlled (and that’s disregarding the treatment of their own countrymen). They say ambition is good, but I say it a little too much is a major drawback. And if not in the high positions of power, there will always be corruption in the souls of those people who choose to kill, to murder. We are the cause of our own deaths and if not directly, then indirectly, we choose not to help those of us in need. Humanity is suicidal. “The goal of war is to kill people.” I’m certain that animals don’t create brawls that kill hundreds, thousands, millions, of people and last years and years. It is only us, humans. Intelligent design? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29170259-114926301304432554?l=ooots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/feeds/114926301304432554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29170259&amp;postID=114926301304432554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/114926301304432554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29170259/posts/default/114926301304432554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ooots.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-inhumanity-oh-insanity.html' title='Oh, the inhumanity. 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