Sunday, July 24, 2011

Deus ex Machina: How man created God

God is nothing more than a machination of human narcissism.

Xenocrates
This is what really happened — not the other way around.
 
Have you ever wondered why is it that humans refer to God using male pronouns? Why does God seem to have the emotions of a jealous boyfriend with insecurities? If we are guided by God's "hand", then does it mean that he also has feet? Why is it that our God speaks in old English? Why is it that every portrait of Jesus we know of make him look like a white skinned blue eyed homosexual? If the universe is so large, why would God love just us as opposed to some alien civilization? The answer to these questions is the same: Because we made god up.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Slippery Grip of Justice

Justice is an ideal that sometimes sacrifices itself in the name of fairness by freeing the guilty to preserve the innocent.


Xenocrates

Casey Anthony (center) on trial for the murder of her daughter.

It's 1:15 pm. In a tense courtroom in Orange County, Florida, Judge Belvin Perry very calmly reviews the verdict handed down by a jury. It is the case of Casey Anthony; a young woman charged with murdering her daughter. The judge dispassionately passes the verdict on to his clerk with a stern command to read it aloud. Shockingly, the verdict is that she is not guilty. How is this possible? Is this a failure of the justice system? No it is not, and I will tell you why:

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Transformers 3: Why Dumb Movies Make Money

The business of entertainment will always supersede the necessity for art.


Xenocrates

I am a huge Transformers fan. I've been a fan of the franchise since 1984. I am however, an even bigger fan of movies. The medium is perhaps the most difficult to master with respect to telling a great story since so much visualization is involved. However, most people who go to see movies these days have less interest in the story telling than the gorgeous visuals. This is why Michael Bay could make a bombastic, disjointed, mess that would still rake in millions.

It's a sign of the slow commercial bludgeoning of the medium.