The Antiquity of Post-modernity

Jesus answered, "You are right in saying I am a king. In fact, for this reason I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me."

"What is truth?" Pilate asked.

John 18:37-38

How...Roman of him. I can see Pilate there, listening to this Jew's claim of royalty, ready to be rid of this mess Jesus has caused him. Pilate, paranoid and tired of the Jews' antics, just wanted Caesar's approval, nobody else's. But he had a 'civil' mind. Oh, the absurdity of the 'civil' mind.

"What is truth?" How...post-modern of him!

I've always made the connection between Roman and American history, just how much faster America's is advancing. It seems Romans had this (I think) laziness of thought too.

What is truth?

Bah.

That question, which I hear frequently (though maybe in different words), makes me want to scream. How do we know we actually exist? What is feeling, sensing? Who are we to decide reality? Look in front of you, oh indecisive one! The reality (truth) is right there! Stop taking the easy way out by way of "philosophizing" and look around you. Even if this "isn't truly reality" and "maybe there's a big something above us just doing magic tricks in front of our eyes" it doesn't change our experience. We can only react accordingly to what we know, and what we know is right in front of us, so stop this nonsensical questioning!

The ivory tower is a dangerous place to reside, a place only where you confuse yourself with your own thoughts. Want to know you're alive? Go downtown and visit the projects. Get involved with somebody who needs your help. You'll know you're alive.

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And so summer begins rolling to a close. And what a summer it was!

I think I've probably done more this summer with one-and-a-half jobs than I have any summer doing all kinds of odd jobs and vacations. By 'done,' I suppose I mean 'experienced.' Just being in the city was completely new to me, much less working in it. And then these kids. Maybe one day they will realize how much they affected Mr. Chris. Not everything was hunky dory, but anything worthwhile never is. That's the beauty of it I think, the mess.

This summer has been difficult for me--mentally I suppose. I've been (still am) struggling with my major, the current one being music. All summer long I've felt as if I'm cut out for more than that, maybe physics, or some kind of sociology, or psychology. One thing I've learned this summer, I love teaching. I LOVE teaching. Few things excite me more than watching people grow in every facet, and that's one thing I loved about working with the ASA. So I came to the conclusion about two weeks ago I'd probably end up being some kind of science teacher, and I changed my major accordingly, and even bought the text books I'd need.

Then Mr. R hired me on staff for my old high school's band camp.

I think I still want to be a music educator. Boy, when those horns played halfway through camp, when they actually broke out of their shell and BLEW, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I have some tough decisions to make in the next couple of days.