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Bring this savage back home.
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So I just finished "Brave New World," absolutely genius. When the Savage was talking to Mustapha I felt something... it was like my entire world changed. At that moment I wished I was Helmholtz going to the island with the bad weather, I wanted to feel what the Savage brought to them, what reality he gave them.
Throughout the story I constantly felt like the Savage, not in the fact that the civilized world was so different from our in a manner of speaking. I felt like the Savage via the way I see OUR world, the world we are creating, our brave new world, which is starting to resemble Huxley's picture in ever sense. Yet I am torn. I love this technology, all this science, but it seems we have gone too far, with all the social networking, the mobile phones; everyone can at an instant contact another, there is no isolation anymore, people can just call up another. Then there is our television, no need to explain the obvious there.
What price must we pay? Have we too paid the price of art and science? It seems we are, these modernists claim to believe in science, but have any of them taken the time to sit down to read a biology book or a physics book or an astronomy book or a chemistry book? No they haven't, and why should they when their "Feed," gives them all they need? Also the book, "Feed," by M.T. Anderson is an excellent modern additive for these kind of books.
How do I know we have sacrificed art? It is so obvious when I talk to someone on an instant messenger... I also proof read for others quite often, and the horrors I find in those papers, I don't even get the chance to see if there is a logical argument, the wording, the art is nonexistent, and for college level student, I have yet to read a paper that was above my 1st grade writing skills, and those were pitiful. It is this kind of person that will be in control of everything, because let's face it, us NTPs don't really care to control shit, of course there may be some of us that where raised by a pack of wolves (ENTJ or ESTJ), and we are fighting our natural instincts.
O brave new world, what horrors has thou brought to me to-day? Beauty is fading, where did my love go? I looked up and she was gone, dead as the colours on the pages I attempt to draw, all these empty pages that should be full of beauty, they fade as I die...
"Wilderness, house of pain, makes no sense of it all. Close this mind, dull this brain, what you see, it's not real, those who know will not tell. All is lost, sold your souls, to this brave new world."
After reading this book the song "Brave New World," by Iron Maiden means so much more to me now.
Bring this savage back home.
Throughout the story I constantly felt like the Savage, not in the fact that the civilized world was so different from our in a manner of speaking. I felt like the Savage via the way I see OUR world, the world we are creating, our brave new world, which is starting to resemble Huxley's picture in ever sense. Yet I am torn. I love this technology, all this science, but it seems we have gone too far, with all the social networking, the mobile phones; everyone can at an instant contact another, there is no isolation anymore, people can just call up another. Then there is our television, no need to explain the obvious there.
What price must we pay? Have we too paid the price of art and science? It seems we are, these modernists claim to believe in science, but have any of them taken the time to sit down to read a biology book or a physics book or an astronomy book or a chemistry book? No they haven't, and why should they when their "Feed," gives them all they need? Also the book, "Feed," by M.T. Anderson is an excellent modern additive for these kind of books.
How do I know we have sacrificed art? It is so obvious when I talk to someone on an instant messenger... I also proof read for others quite often, and the horrors I find in those papers, I don't even get the chance to see if there is a logical argument, the wording, the art is nonexistent, and for college level student, I have yet to read a paper that was above my 1st grade writing skills, and those were pitiful. It is this kind of person that will be in control of everything, because let's face it, us NTPs don't really care to control shit, of course there may be some of us that where raised by a pack of wolves (ENTJ or ESTJ), and we are fighting our natural instincts.
O brave new world, what horrors has thou brought to me to-day? Beauty is fading, where did my love go? I looked up and she was gone, dead as the colours on the pages I attempt to draw, all these empty pages that should be full of beauty, they fade as I die...
"Wilderness, house of pain, makes no sense of it all. Close this mind, dull this brain, what you see, it's not real, those who know will not tell. All is lost, sold your souls, to this brave new world."
After reading this book the song "Brave New World," by Iron Maiden means so much more to me now.
Bring this savage back home.
