In controversy the article in Sojus stated that in our world today people were defined by the things they own. Also we were defining ourselves with things we own. You think you are cooler when you have a cool car, a couple of credit cards makes you look richer, the "new developed" deodorant spray with its "energizing and oxidizing" effects will make you more attractive for the opposite sex. What you buy is who you are. These ideas reminded me of a quote from one of my favourite films, The Fight Club: "Things you own end up owning you."As I was washing up my dishes some other ideas came up, which we humans can see as the basis of our mere existence:
"I think therefore I am" - Descarte
"I buy therefore I am" - Sojus
"I eat therefore I am"
"I create therefore I am"
"I feel therefore I am"
"I choose therefore I am" - Matrix(?)
"I do therefore I am"
"I am therefore I am"...
(1) Sojus 2006
(2) www.newscientist.com Michael Cross: The truth is out there
I also want to add a poem. Its a poem which I read after I saw the film "Wings of Desire" from Wim Wenders. The film is about an angel who becomes mortal after falling in love with a beautiful trapeze artist. I saw the film in german and the film uses a complex language so I couldnt understand everything, I have to see it once more in english or maybe turkish so that I can understand it better. My favourite scene is when the movie being shot in black and white becomes colourfull after the angel joins the real world.
Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke
When the child was a child,
..it walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river,
..the river a torrent,
..and this puddle to be a sea.
When the child was a child,
..it didn't know it was a child.
Everything was full of life,
..and all life was one.
When the child was a child,
..it had no opinions about anything.
It had no habits.
It sat cross-legged,
..took off running,
..had a cowlick in its hair,
..and didn't make a face when photographed.
When the child was a child,
..it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin and where does space end?
Isn't life under the sun just a dream?
Isn't what I see, hear and smell only the
..illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist?
And are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I,
..did not exist before I came to be?
And that someday the one who I am
..will no longer be the one who I am?
When the child was a child,
..apples and bread were enough for it,
..and it is still that way.
When the child was a child,
..berries fell into its hands as only berries do,
..and they still do.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
..and they still do now.
On every mountain top,
..it had a longing for a yet higher mountain,
..and in every city it had a longing for a yet
..bigger city.
And it is still that way.
It reached for cherries in the treetop
..with the elation it still feels today.
It was shy with all strangers,
..and it still is.
It awaited the first snow,
..and it is still this way.
When the child was a child,
..it threw a stick into a tree like a lance.
And it still quivers there today.
