Post by chrischavez on Sept 6, 2015 5:50:04 GMT
Several mix emotion would be dwelling inside me if I was told that I was just "stuff" or how Patricia Churchland phased it as just "3 pound of meat". When one is told that there is not one thing significant about yourself, anger arises. Everyone, including myself, wish for something greater, that we were created or evolved into these superior creatures. I am intended to change the world. We, as humans, have become more entitled which leads to becoming offended over one explanation of what we truly are. I have become closed minded with all the Superior being talk. But as I sit back, I realized that being called "stuff " could have been much worst. I could have not even existed. The beauty of a roses does not diminishes when it is called just matter. That statement refers to humans as well.
As a young boy going up, I was told many stories in which a heavy set man would come down a dirty chimney to give presents to the boys and girls that where good that year, and coal to the bad ones. It was not until the night where I stayed up trying to caught a glimpse of this white hair man, that I saw my parents place presents underneath our tree. I, the clever kid, pretended to look like I was sleeping until they left. It was revealed that my parents were the ones placing presents underneath our tree with the signatures from Ole Saint Nick. At first, I believed that they were his helpers since it was an incredibility hard assignment to deliver presents to all the kids of the earth. As time passed on, I came to my senses and to the reality that there was not Santa clause, once the presents stopped. The realization of nonexistent tooth fairy occurred when I lost my second tooth and misplaced it. while I was franticly trying to find it, I gave up. Upset, I knew I would not be able to receive payment for my lost tooth. not until, my father surprised me with money saying "I found this on the cabinet". He tried to convince me that I left my tooth and the tooth came and went leaving me the money.
As a young boy going up, I was told many stories in which a heavy set man would come down a dirty chimney to give presents to the boys and girls that where good that year, and coal to the bad ones. It was not until the night where I stayed up trying to caught a glimpse of this white hair man, that I saw my parents place presents underneath our tree. I, the clever kid, pretended to look like I was sleeping until they left. It was revealed that my parents were the ones placing presents underneath our tree with the signatures from Ole Saint Nick. At first, I believed that they were his helpers since it was an incredibility hard assignment to deliver presents to all the kids of the earth. As time passed on, I came to my senses and to the reality that there was not Santa clause, once the presents stopped. The realization of nonexistent tooth fairy occurred when I lost my second tooth and misplaced it. while I was franticly trying to find it, I gave up. Upset, I knew I would not be able to receive payment for my lost tooth. not until, my father surprised me with money saying "I found this on the cabinet". He tried to convince me that I left my tooth and the tooth came and went leaving me the money.