Money

There is a commercial from Comcast that is probably entitled, "Everyone loves money". If I could find this on the internet or youtube, I would definitely give you the link, but I can't find it. So, the next best thing is to describe it. There is a heavier set young black man riding a bicycle in his neighborhood and the folks in the neighborhood are all saying "Hey Money, how's it going Money". And he responds with, "Hey, how's it going, what it is bro, what it is". Then, the comcast logo appears against it's black background and it says, "Everyone loves money" getting at the idea that Comcast can save you money and you'll love it. I get the idea behind it, but I feel if there were such a guy in my neighborhood riding his bike at a good pace and saying hey to everyone and nicknamed Money, I would love Money as well. I don't think I'm greedy or love money or as it is commonly known as, "The root of all evil," but this Money, this guy on his bike, him I would love. Just thought I would share.

Sin

Sin: 1. any reprehensible or regrettable action, behavior, lapse, etc.; great fault or offense. 2. Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong. As you may see, there is a connection between this post and the previous one. I absolutely hate sin. Not, "hate the sin, not the sinner" type of sin. I hate the concept of sin. I truly wish that the word, idea, or thought of sin never came into existence. I detest the word and I hate what it does. I like faults. I like errors. I like mistakes. I like lessons. I like mess-ups and screw-ups. I like oopses. I like oches and boo-boos. But sin, sin I hate. Sin leaves you helpless. Sin gives you the feeling of beyond inadequacy. It is stand-offish and disgusting and wants those who are not within the realms of Christian lingo want to puke up snot and smear it all over your face. It is rotten. It demoralizes. It is degrading and it degrades others. It's a word that builds up borders, barriers, walls and obstacles between people. It's unapproachable and disdainful.

The first thing you learn when becoming a Christian for the first time is sin. Where does the Bible begin it's story with humans? Sin. When something is built upon something else, everything is defined in those terms. When the house comes tumbling down, the only thing left standing is the foundation. The foundation of Judeo-Christianity is sin. It is not only a prequel to what is coming up next, sin is it. Sin is where you start from and is the basis for every person who is not a Christian. In a religion that claims to be loving sure does place it's emphasis on an act full of reprehensible, shameful and deplorable feelings. Why would an institution founded on love want sin to be a part of it's vocabulary, especially when it mostly is a foreign concept.

Sin is not a loving word. A loving idea is you made a mistake and you'll learn. Or maybe you'll make the mistake again, but that's okay because you're human. It is not as though because I'm a Christian that all the mistakes I've made I won't make again or will be totally forgotten and because you're unchristian that your mistakes will stay with you forever. Going into the spiel of sin when teaching a Christian to be a Christian is not worth the explanation or the time spent on defining an outdated useless word. If someone is becoming a Christian there must be a reason they are doing so. They know that there are problems in the world. They know humans aren't perfect and holy. People who use sin seem to think that such a detestable word will make grace in comparison look that much better, but it doesn't. Sin sets itself up for failure. Sin makes a person feel worse about themselves when they shouldn't. A person who cuts their wrist will not think of sin as a far-off word that separates humans and God. That person will only take that word to heart and will tailspin into cutting again. What is the purpose and intention for using such a word? To help us realize that we betrayed God? That we, as humans, disobeyed God and are now punished by God until some savior by the name of Jesus comes saves us? Does a word that full of heavy sentiment really need to be used to let us know that we are not gods? A word completely complex in it's history and powerfulness need to be the basis of a self-proclaimed loving religion?

The answer is quite simply no. There is no longer any need and purpose to use this sinful word. Problems are problems, mistakes are mistakes and they may happen again, but beating a dead horse with this idea of sin is not going to help matters. Concentration on a fault or error does not make it go away. Especially when there already is a solution.

What my suggestion is is a new word, for a new concept, for a new idea. A thought or image that sites problems within humans but is not distasteful and abhorrent. I heard a couple of people use this word when I'd been thinking about sin and that word was, The human condition. The human condition is a much better way of explaining sin than sin. Sin is personal, sin is deep, sin concerns only you. Sin is about your disobedience toward God and God’s perfection that you will never live up to. The human condition however is about humanity’s predicament. Humanity’s frailty and problems are the main focus. The underlining human condition truly is the peril that befalls us all. Also, what is more enticing about using the human condition is that it is more encompassing. Sin focuses on the past and does not move beyond that, while the human condition recognizes the past but presents a problem in the present and hopes for the future. The human condition is only a condition; it’s not a disease, cancer, or terminal illness. The condition is the problem of the present and can be changed. The human condition is something we are born with, but something as we are presented with the issue and take in to account and try solving. The human condition has the humility, without the depression and without the hatred. The human condition factors in God with all of humanity born with this condition. The human condition centralizes and magnifies. There are several human conditions, positive ones and negative ones. The human condition of caring, but then the human condition of being selfish. The human condition of having a tendency toward destruction, but then the human condition of being constructive and progressive. The human condition of hope, desperation, empathy, but also of jealousy, anger, and apathy. Sin will always be with us, the human condition on the other hand can change according to how we react to this problem. Sin is central to regrettable unforgettable ugly acts while the human condition is central to being human.

Definition

Welcome to "Philosophy for dummies". Just kidding, but I would like to mention that a good starting point for any philosopher of any kind needs or should or is best to start any theory or philosophizing with a definition. A definition of an important word in the work. A working definition helps build a solid foundation. A concrete setting to your home of theory or theories.

When a definition is at the beginning it sets the mood, and can always be pulled from again when working with the theory itself. When a person gets lost in their own work, they can always go back and see what they're really trying to say, or make a point about. For me, I always lose my head in the clouds, so I know that I need to look back a lot at the beginning of my thesis and realize what it truly is that I am saying or thinking. To make something clear and brilliant. Making something jump out and poignant is my goal every time I write something. That is my absolute goal in anything I do, to make something more clear or more interesting or worth examining. That is the work of the philosopher, that is my work, my hobby, my love, and my every waking existence.

Love

There are three types of love. There may be more, there may be less, but this is what I've come across so far in my travels.

The first everyone knows about, and I'll name it "True Love". This love is spellbinding. This love renders one speechless. This love involves soul mates, one in a millions, my one and only, and the destined One. After the Disney movies, after the crash dates, after the dust settles on the wrong guys or girls, the reality sets in and starts to show a hairline crack in the makeup of this, "True Love". Out of six billion people, and half of them the opposite sex, can there honestly be one for you? There's simply not enough time to go through all three billion people to find this one, but if you did, would there really just be one, or would there be several you could or would fall in love with? I don't fully believe in this type of love.

The next type of love is another one most should be familiar with, "Love at first sight". From the start most don't believe in this, or at least I didn't. I'm reminded of that pick-up-line, "Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?" It makes me laugh every time. Now, I don't fully believe in this love either but there is some truth behind it. Sometimes there is someone who just leaves you with a striking and long lasting impression and that impression isn't only from the attractiveness quality in him or her. Attractiveness is part of love at first sight, but there is something more behind it and beyond it. First hand experience was what made this love more believable.

The last love I only realized a few years ago and when I saw it I was a little saddened. I was watching "Love comes Softly" with my mom. Now, another thing I didn't mention about me, and actually a curse God has placed upon me is my fondness for romantic films aka chic flics. I'm deeply embarrassed by this, but for the sake of this theory will admit it. Anyway, this cheesy hallmark film basically left the impression that any woman who stays with any man long enough will fall in love. The love won't even only be from the woman either, it'll be from the man as well. Take two strangers, lock them in a room together for a year, and eventually they will fall in love, is what this movie left me for a theme. I was crushed and heartbroken, sadly not even from a real girl, but a romantic happy ending film. I tried to come to terms with this new love, and I'm only trying to still piece it together.

Here's what I've come up with, and again it is a work in progress. When I took Sociology in high school we talked about, "True Love" and how it's not really real or true. That there isn't one soul mate out "there" for you. A female student spoke up and said she believed in types. Her thinking was that there were certain types of females who could get a long with certain types of males. Type A girls get along best with type A guys and so on. I didn't know what to think of it then, but the more I think about it, the more I agree. Piece together all the three loves together, "True love" but spilt it a little, add love at first sight character, and add the aging love comes softly theory and what do you have, a love that is partly instantaneous for the pure and simple striking effect, played out through time and only with a certain type of person (you're one type) and you've got something. A love that begins with a sudden push, in the right direction, and nurtured, and you have a love that passes for barely definable.

Roots

What do you do with a plant that doesn’t want to grow, or isn’t growing right? What do you do when you’ve given this plant the sun and water it needs to grow and produce fruit? You’ve given this plant love and attention not to mention affection. The plant sits in the window sill leaning toward that big huge gaseous star and actually has some leafs and branches, but there’s something missing. You have the plant in one sill in the morning facing east and move it to the western sill in the afternoons. At noontime you picnic with it and have a lovely time. You read to this plant, have conversations with it, and are just preoccupied with this nurturing plant. The problem with the plant is the plant’s roots. The plant has stopped growing because the roots have stopped flourishing. The pot that this plant is in has enough dirt, and very nutrient soiled dirt by the way, but the roots haven’t expanded. The plant almost seems to want to grow and be with someone else. What do you do with this plant that seems to be on your mind constantly? This plant came into your hands and started growing right before your eyes. You can’t just replace this plant with another, not because this plant is so superior to other plants, but because you put all this time, money, and energy into seeing this plant in particular grow and bloom. This plant was meant to blossom and achieve its teleological destiny. This plant is me. I’m the one with the root problem.

I have roots, or have at least been grounded and have entrenched roots upon the soil I was given in Bellingham. But I have stopped pushing the soil aside and growing my ever exhausting network of vines and veins. I’ve hesitated and this hesitation has its consequences. I’m leaving Bellingham to go live in Seattle. This is the whole reason I initially moved out here, my unexplained love for Seattle. My destiny seems to have put others at an unwanted position. The church I have been attending is having problems of attendance and seems as though in the near future it will no longer exist. The pastor is very sad to see me go, and while I feel appreciated to be seen as a valuable member of the church, I am also saddened at the realization that making friends and acquaintances without reserves and without intentions of telling them I will not be there for long and have plans of moving on inflicts emotional harm. Obviously, I never meant to give anyone false hopes and promises that I never intended on meeting just so I could dump them in the end of the reality for a dreamy place. I was myself. I was friendly and didn’t want to be cold and silent just so I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I wanted to make connections and friends so I wouldn’t be lonely. I was out for myself, but wanted to let others know I was there for the time being. Looking back, I don’t know what I should have done differently. In retrospect, I shouldn’t feel guilty for being myself and wanting friends. But I also know that I should have gone about it in a different manner, in a different way. This is my lesson. One that will help me in the future when I plan on living in an area for a limited time. I’m a traveler and a rogue. I experience most things once and move on. I do things simply to say I’ve done them, but maybe also for the experience itself. I want different tastes, different scenes, and different memories so I am well rounded. I only hope it will make me a better person, but my future will hold disappointments. My future will not leave much room for others to encapsulate me. Maybe the mistake was in going to a church plant. A new church, one that didn’t have a stable foundation and membership. Other churches, churches of a large membership can handle a rogue, but a new church plant cannot. My impact upon the beating heart of this church was soft and inviting but my exit will leave a tear. A tear that will only get worse before it gets better.

Anxiety

I purposefully didn't mention that I was a Christian. Well, I am. But I'm not a hard-core one. What I mean by that is I'm not fundamentalist. I'm not uber conservative. I'm hardly even a Christian at all. Recently, I've been questioned on a couple of things concerning whether I'm a Christian or not. I guess because I still believe in God and Jesus and that whole thing makes me one, or at least I want it to make me one. Anyway, that's another conversation for another time.

Why I mention this now, is because I felt anxious today. I get nervous and petrified by the little things. It was my turn to cook for church and I freeze up. I get fearful of something I didn't do, something I lack in. Something like not getting enough of what I was suppose to get, or if my idea or planning was good enough. I couldn't let it go either. During church I was moving around a lot. I was antsy and just waiting for dinner to be over so I didn't have to worry at all anymore.

I started thinking during the music and prayer, God can take it away. God can take the worries away and lift this anxiety that I'm feeling. Surprisely enough, the sermon was on burdening ourselves by being Christian. Now, I'm all for that. But there's another side that feels that the biggest or most difficult decision in life will not be becoming a Christian. Because honestly, it wasn't. Honestly, probably not self-proclaiming myself a Christian would be the more difficult thing to do. There is a different feeling out here in the Pacific northwest against religion, and institutions. But it's not against Christians surprisingly enough. It's not hate toward The Christian, it's hate toward The Church.

Anyway, I did feel better after I ate. Maybe I could contribute it to the fact that no one was complaining for more food. Or to the fact that some people complimented on it. Or it just could have been the food itself. I could have felt jittery and anxious because of lack of food.

First Blog

The reason I am finally starting to blog is not that I am non-technical. I am not slow to change. I am not resisting post-modernity. I am quite adaptive and enjoy a little spice in life. The reason I am finally starting one is because I have a little more order. A little more free time on my hands. This blog is out of a creation of weekly emails I have started doing.

My name is Paul. I grew up in a suburb of the Twin Cities in Minnesota. My childhood was for the most part normal. High school is probably the crucial moment where my life leads to where it is today. I remember our high school would have four different times for lunch break. My junior year I had the last lunch break, but I would scarf my food down and finish by the end of the third lunch break time. This gave me time to roam the high school halls. I was a little rebellious. I started getting tired of walking and wandering around, so I would sit down and write. Just write what I was thinking about. Politics, Hollywood, Change in itself, Art, and other such ideas. I even created a website for my philosophical inklings. Unfortunately due to the cost and no income for the website, it soon vanished from the web. My senior year, along with attaining a girlfriend, I took classes that I loved, Sociology, Psychology, and Philosophy. I knew that I would love Philosophy not just because it was mysterious, but because of the teacher. He was a very popular and much loved teacher. That year he actually retired, so I was glad I was able to have class with him.

My dreams and goals pointed me in the direction of Arts and hopes of attaining a career in Computer Animation. The failure of my drawing abilities and trouble with my high school sweet heart drove me to transfer to a private Christian college in a rural town in northwest Iowa. Probably, hence the name of the school, Northwestern College. When I transfer, I declared my major right away knowing that Philosophy was more than just a hobby, it was who I wanted to be. I felt philosophy gave me the chance to go beyond borders and search endlessly. I was enthusiastic and excited, grabbing at everything thrown my way. I absolutely loved it.

Knowing I had to be practical it was a choice between my future as a math teacher or a student of business. I chose business. My time at Northwestern is unforgettable and I think it will follow me the rest of my days, which I am not only hoping but counting on.

With a Bachelor's degree in Business and Philosophy in tow, I followed my ambitions ever since I was a child and moved to Bellingham, Washington with a college friend. Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to live in Seattle. I am not sure why, could be Frasier, or the callings of the Space Needle, or the freeing feeling of the west coast.

That is where I am in life, but that does not explain who I am. I am weird. I am funny sometimes. I am critical. I analyze almost everything. I am hopeful. I am idealistic. I am realistic. I am liberal and forgiving. I am disciplined and calm. I am introverted and sociable. I am lazy and a perfectionist. I am eccentric and exotic. I am un-understandable and confusing. I even confuse myself sometimes. I am broad-minded and usually never focused. I swim in theories (not conspiracies), in thoughts, and in ideas. I exercise when sitting. I run when deducing. I glide when stuck. I listen and speak out. I watch and wait, but assume as well. BUT for all intents and purposes, I am: me. And that's who I'll be when writing, thinking, discussing, and philosophizing.