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While I was sleeping they executed Saddam Hussein. I heard it in the news…first I guess I saw it on the internet then I turned to CNN and of course it was full with this.
Some very far event from me…I slept like every day..I was not bothered at all…and meanwhile few 1000 kms away they hanged someone who died.
Totally virtual to me. Actually the execution of Saddam is just the same 20 seconds news to me like when I hear stories what did Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt have for breakfast.
If I was a UFO I guess I would be very suprised now. I would see a man who made terrible things…this old man..this Saddam….He was really a wicked man. But somehow these human beings after terrible things happened do something terrible again in the name of the previous events.
Killing people is terrible. Thats what Saddam did. And now those who found it moraly as a bad thing…did the same thing. They killed a human being.
If I was an UFO I would be very surprised now seeing human beings from my planet.
I just watched the new movie of Mel Gibson, Apocalypto. The critics I have read weren’t too good. They wrote it seemed this Mel Gibson was just a perverted who search for a good excuse to make his own semi-artistic horror. First the Passion..where the story from the Bible was just a disturbing line beside the main point showing how the human’s skin react to the flog. And now the Apocalypto which uses the story of Mayas for showing bloody scenes of sacrifice.
I dont care too much of Mel Gibson..but in a way I liked this movie.
Some scenes made me think…
Watching Spielberg’s Schindler’s list I was thinking why Germans were so cruel hunting people like animals. In China I saw a movie about a friendly (and in a way funny) beer factory which was destroyed by the Japanese soldiers. And it made me think why Japenese were so cruel? When I saw Braveheart or Patriot I was thinking why Brittish were so cruel? When I saw ‘Dances with wolves’ or the Last of Mohicans I was thinking why Americans or French were so cruel?
Usually in this movies the CRUEL characters are simplified. In Spielberg’s Schindler German soldiers were like animals hunting for people just like for mouses in the gettho. And I always wanted to get closer to the moment. Where is this CRUELTY coming from.
In the book of Remarque "All quiet on the western front" is a scene. The young German soldier meets in the battle with a French man face to face and he kills him in a fight. But because he is under heavy fire he has to stay with him for hours witnessing how he is dying and spending time with the dead body. He takes his papers and he finds his name, his family pictures he even explores his profession. Before the French men were shown as devils who killed so many good friends and people we loved on the previous pages. But that French man was not a devil at all. A man like all of us with smiley loving wife on the photo, with a decent profession.
The Germans in Spielberg’s Schindler or these Japanese, Brittish or Americans in the above mentioned movies were sons and fathers just like their victims…even if their didnt show them like this.
In Mel Gibson’s movie when the "hunters" turn home, their wives and children are greeting them, and a whole industry started to work around them. Somehow it was so normal, so familiar. The "hunting" guys looked in the forest like devils. CRUEL men catching those poor, sympathic indians……but arriving home they became celebrated warriors…in a way businessmen who did their job and now they wanted their money only. I could imagine a next scene as after guarding the "victims" to the sacrifice pyramid they go home to their families giving little presents to their children.
I read years ago that during the Nürnberg process when they asked the family members or neighbours of the Nazi commanders of the concentrating camps they reported about gray haired grandfathers, about decent gentlemen who took care of their garden or their families with a lot of attention. And it was about the same guys who in their working hours signed papers for accepting a next transport or ordering Cyclon B gas from some factories just like we order any raw material for a business.
I dont know if Mel Gibson is perverted or not…but he said to me in a way with this movie (even if he didnt obviously wanted to say this) that the victims might be cruel once also. We remember the Maya culture as a culture destroyed by the Spanish and Apocalypto just showed that its not like there are the nice, innocent guys and the bad ones. I guess he wanted to say the big fish eats the small fish. Mayas were hunting for people around and just a few years after they were hunted in a not too different way.
Are the Mayas devils? Are the Spanich devils? Are the Germans devils? Are the Japanese devils?…….No they are sons, fathers, gray haired grandparents who take care of their family and their garden so nicely. After doing their job…
I guess the bad news is that the cruelty is in all of us. Yes..the decent Franch man is able to put the knife into the German. Yes..although I never did..but I guess I am also able to put the knife into an other human. We all can do. The best we can do is to promise to each other…we wont do this. And if may call this mutual promise as civilization…
Today I cooked a little. I cant cook thats why I say…a little. I made breads with those special "coat" on it from eggs.
Usually people do it just with eggs but I do it with using milks and flawer, too. While I was preparing all the ingredients I was thinking about all this cuisine thingy.
The flawer is a very basic ingredient…a raw material (nobody eats flawer in itself)…but actually its already a very sophisticated food. A product of a long process.
I understand how human found the wheat. They were hungry…they ate everything they found around them and somehow they realized there is a wild plant which has some eatable corns.
But finding out that puting the corns between two stones we get flawer and to find the way from flawer to bread.
And I was thinking that all these were actually for fun only. Everything we call "kitchen", "cuisine", all the tasty foods, the elegant dinners, the nice looking dishes and glasses are rather for pleasure then for our biological needs.
We could still eat the corns. Hunting for birds and deers puting the onto the fire…but maybe biologically human could bear to eat even raw meat. Since when is the human fries the meat? 10.000 years? Human race is 300.000 year old on this planet. So the majority of time we ate things without cooking just like the nature gave them to us.
Eating is art…we do it nowdays more for the tastes and cooking is art too. After the ages of starving (and unfortunatelly this age is not over everywhere on the Earth) we took this thingy as fun and it started maybe not with the modern cuisin of 5 stars Hotels but with the flawer thousends of years ago.
I love proverbs…sayings…phrases….and I decided to collect them all over the world.
Bosnia
if the neighbour’s house is burning, extinguish it
kiss, kiss but don’t loose your head
man to man is a wolf
Bulgaria
That’s why girls time the introduction of boyfriends to their mothers very carefully
A word about to be spoken is like a stone that is ready to be thrown
Do not count the teeth of a gift horse
China
墙头草，两边倒 (in pinying: qiang2 tou2 cao3,liang3 bian1 dao3)
The grass on the top of the wall fall in two sides.
(in literally: qiang2= wall, qiang2 tou2=the top of the wall, cao3= grass; liang3=both, liang3 bian1=both sides, dao3=fall.)
说话是人生的需要，听话是人生的艺术。
(in pinyin: shuo1 hua4 shi4 ren2 sheng1 de0 xu1yao4,ting1 hua4 shi4 ren2 sheng1 de0 yi4 shu4.)
To speak is the demands of our life, to listen is the art of our life.
In literally: shuo1hua4=to speak, shi4= is, ren2 sheng1=life de0=of, xu1yao4=demands; ting1hua4=to listen,yi4 shu4=art.)
有其父，必有其子。
like the father, like the son
(you3 qi2 fu4, bi4 you3 qi2 zi3)
萝卜青菜，各有所爱。
（in pinyin: luo2 bo0 qing1 cai4, ge4 you3 suo3 ai4）
its meanning is : someone likes radish, someone likes greengrocery.
人无完人，金无足赤。
(ren2 wu2 wan2 ren2,jin1 wu2 zu2 chi4)
no perfect person, and so does the Buddhist.
where there is an oppression, where there is a resistance
Finnland
Speaking is silver, being silent is gold
France
La vérité sort de la bouche des enfants
Truth always comes out of the children’s mouth
Hungary
He who says A, should also say B.
Look at the mother and marry the daughter!
Even the white lily can have a black shadow
A child and a fool will always tell the truth
Do not check the teeth of gift horses!
Peru
If now you are up, tomorrow you can be down
Singapore
He who can take no interest in what is small, will take false interest in what is great.
To speak is silver, to listen is gold.
One man’s meat is another man’s poison.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
The journey is the reward.
Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder
Sweden
To speak is silver, to be quite is gold
UK
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
USA
Silence is golden
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
some people are wolves in sheep’s clothing
speaks out of both sides of their mouth
out of the mouths of babes
you have to stop and smell the roses
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder
I found this somewhere in a Forum:
In a letter to Prof. Marin Drinov of May 25, 1888 Kuzman Shapkarev writes:
"But even stranger is the name Macedonians, which was imposed on us only 10
to 15 years ago by outsiders, and not as something by our own
intellectuals… Yet the people in Macedonia know nothing of that ancient
name, reintroduced today with a cunning aim on the one hand and a stupid one
on the other. They know the older word: "Bugari", although mispronounced:
they have even adopted it as peculiarly theirs, inapplicable to other
Bulgarians. You can find more about this in the introduction to the booklets
I am sending you. They call their own Macedono-Bulgarian dialect the
"Bugarski language", while the rest of the Bulgarian dialects they refer to
as the "Shopski language". (Makedonski pregled, IX, 2, 1934, p. 55; the
original letter is kept in the Marin Drinov Museum in Sofia, and it is
available for examination and study)
When I read the Bible…yes, at times I take it to my hand and I read it……..so reading it I usually find the following instructions what I have to do, or how should I feel for God:
- I have to Glorify him
- I have to Love him
- I have to Bless his name
- and which is the most annoying to me I have to Fear the Lord.
It’s minimum confusing but I keep saying it’s annoying to read. How to love someone that I am afraid of? Why shall I glorify someone whom I have to fear otherwise……otherwise what? What if I am not afraid? Or why to bless his name if he made me to feel afraid?
Lets say its confusing (and annoying).
But now I found something interesting. Andrew talked to me about old cathecisms and I found this:
What is the chief end of man?
Man’s chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.
Finally something I can join to. If they expect me to enjoy..it sounds better. It sounds much better then to Fear or even to Glorify someone.
And you know what? If you make me/let me ENJOY someOne…I will GLORIFY her/him and I will BLESS his/her name….and I will be AFRAID of losing her/him. Forever….
Yesterday they showed again one of my favorite Luc Besson’s movie on the TV…the big blue. I have seen it minimum 5 times before and some parts make me think all the time.
The silent, secretful French guy who never ask anything…even as child he was rather silent. He feels more secure being among dolphins or just simple being in the deep blue sea.
Nice simbols..
Andrew talked to me about the American writer Gertrude Stein who made something similar with literature as Pablo Picasso did with painting. She wrote things like…a rose is a rose is a rose…..
Writings where words are losing their meanings. At least on the intellectual level we (almost) all are living our lives. She said one day: never ask questions from me! How do you dare to ask questions?
In this movie a man (maybe the uncle) says to this French guy:
- why you never ask anything? Why is that I am the only one talking here?
So whats wrong with questions? One finds it too much if they rise them…and the other one minds the lack of them.
My experience is that its very easy to be with questions like elephant in the porcelan store. Asking questions is kind of using a power. If I dare to ask a question from someone it means I think I am in the position..I am someone here who can ask.
Who says this? The policeman. If the suspected man ask something the policeman usually says:
- I am the one here who can ask questions!
I mean exactly this by saying daring to ask questions means thinking we are in a powerful position to the other.
Thats why we start with strangers on the street like this:
- Excuse me! Could you tell me what is the time?
Why we have to appologize? Asking a question is a sin?
No it isnt. But in a way…asking a question is like using a power and starting with "excuse me" means..I dont think I am "above you" to ask questions here..
1956 taught me something very important. I was born in 1972. 16 years after the events. So I didn’t see 1956 with my own eyes. I didnt experienced it.
First I heard about 1956 at the school. In my history-book in the early ’80s they wrote it was a counter-revolution in Hungary in 1956. I did believe. Why?….Because they said so! Because they wrote so in the schoolbooks.
Where are our knowledges come from? How do you know that the Earth is a globe and its not flat? How do you know that Australia exists?
You heard about it. You read about it in books or in scientifical studies. You saw it on the TV. And do you believe that the Earth is a globe and its not flat? Yes most probably you do. Even if you are no an astronaut who saw it with his/her own eyes. Or you never made mathematical calculations or physical experiments to get convienced. You just simply believed what they taught to you.
Like 80% of our knowledges are like this. We simply believe what they say to us.
In 1989 I was 17. The communist block collapsed and suddenly all the newspapers, books, TVs started to say it was a revolution in 1956. We got new history books..but the content was different. I saw the same newspapers but they wrote totally the opposite as before using the words just like before but their meaning was the opposite. I watched the TV where smart men were talking about revolution just with the same superserious face as before other men were talking about the counter-revolution.
I think this was the point when I decided I won’t believe anything just because they say to me with very serious face. What happened in 1956? I dont know. They say it was a revolution but I haven’t been there.
Is the Earth a globe or it is flat? I don’t know. They say it is a globe but I never seen it from a distance.
Does Australia exists? I don’t know…they say it exists and maybe it does but I never been there.
This is the story..how skepticism became on of the foundation of my way of thinking. The Greek phylosophy of skepticism says:
- every knowledge is limited and even with the tool of logic we cant be sure we got the final truth because even the premises of logical consequences are mostly based on prepositions.
To me the most important they said was the truth was not unavailable but the truth is something which doesn’t exist in a clean simple form.
Maybe I am wicked saying this things on this wonderful day when I can see all the TV channels around the word are celebrating the great revolution of Hungary 50 years ago. And I can see the serious faces on the TV, I can hear the pathetic words but I am like being poisoned somehow. Maybe I am too old even at 34 that I have an inner resistance in myself a little devil sitting on my shoulder saying:
- what if they rewrite the books again?
I have found wonderful graffitis on the wall of a kindergarten. It was created by FCOcdm which is most likely an artgroup though we dont get too many information about them on their website.
Anyway I LOVE their works so I decided to show some of my favorite paintings/graffitis of them.
Walls:
fireman
Woman in hat
Jobs
Cars
Canvases
