Memory and Magic

My second day of blogging. I feel that I've really achieved something, although I still doubt that I have the discipline required to continue with this.

For one thing, it can be very difficult to think of something to write. In my first post, I made a fleeting reference to a "public diary." Well, that oxymoron just doesn't fly, because I could write anything in a diary, but here I actually have to think of something that (a) I'm willing to let other people see and (b) other people might be mildly interested in.

I was thinking about this in science class today. I think about many things in science class, mainly because there is very little else to do. Kaj (being the only person around me who is never actually working on science) can be depended on to alleviate the boredom, but not to be in science class every day.

I thought about how everyone radiates heat, and then I wondered if it were possible for someone to control that heat, or focus on a specific object. And if it were possible to light a paper on fire through the power of one's mind, that would fit the definition of Magic that so many stories have provided us with. After a few fruitless attempts to set Mr Lemelin's computer alight, I returned to setting words down in my agenda and drawing pyramids on my science notes.

The assembly today was well done, although the song may have been unnecessary. After all, sometimes clichés are the best thing. I couldn't help but notice that the candle meant to symbolize the future burned brighter than the other two.

I've been thinking, though. (Dangerous.) I just can't understand the point of us being alive at all. Fast forward a few hundred years and nearly all of us will have disappeared into the sandstorm of time. (Sands of time is just too peaceful.) A tired topic, but think on it still.

When I mentioned this to Isabelle (briefly, before the math test...she was taking out her pencil case, searching for the eraser directly in front of her), she told me that she didn't really mind. Why would she want people evaluating her personal life long after she was dead? Perhaps, Isabelle, but does that not give you a sense of futility?

Of course, we as people don't need to be remembered for our deeds to have an impact on humanity. The butterfly effect, over time instead of space. (For those who don't know, a butterfly can flap its wings in Brazil and set off a storm in Texas.) On the other hand, what's the point? What's the point of contributing to society? Where are we going, anyway?

My vision for the future is this: In a few thousand years, we'll have become so completely dependent on our technology that we cannot fend for ourselves. It should be a small matter for the aliens to obliterate our species.

Farewell, Mrs Nickolakakis. One thing is certain: you will not be forgotten quickly.

I realize that these fairly large paragraphs are completely unappealing and un-bloglike. I'll get the hang of it eventually.

I'm not depressed, I'm just pessimistic.