Ends justify the means? Means justify the ends?

A simple question: "If a loved one is dying from hunger, is it ok to steal food?"

This is a very delicate question. Imagine a person that you love deeply is suffering from hunger. Because you don't have money, you cannot buy food. Now you're in a dilemma; to watch your loved one die, or to commit a crime and steal food. What should you do?

When a large group was asked, many people replied that IT IS OK to steal food. Their justification were something like these: "A life versus food. What is more important? Of course, a life." "If you love someone, you should be able to anything for them, especially to save their life." "Stealing a piece of bread or something like that won't make a difference. It's just food."

I asked myself what the world would be like if everyone lived by this philosophy. A person stealing a piece of bread, when another person steals the bread from that same person who stole the bread just 3 minutes ago... Society would be in a chaos and common order would lose its place. Often people seem to neglect that when they do something like this for their loved one, they are hurting someone else's loved one. What if, the question asked was not regarding food, but regarding a medicine? "If a loved one is dying from hunger, is it ok to steal medicine?" If you steal medicine, the medicine that may be going to another person is not available. Your loved one may have survived, but because you stole that medicine, another person's loved one died.

Within the innocence of the answers to the question, I found purity and greediness at the same time. People are willing to commit crimes for who they love, yet at the same time, harm another that they do not know. It seems like poverty is the real crime, but deep within the honesty of this question, I seem to find the true image of a human being; that humans, who themselves consider to be so high and mighty, are really weak imperfect animals.

When I was asked this question, I for one said "No, I would not steal." I later got into a huge fight with my girlfriend, who happened to be with me at the time. Life is hard...

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Aware VS Aurori Police Department

A person was taken into custody by the Aurori Police today as a witness as well as a suspect of murder. The photo above was found on a homepage of Joshua Aware; a photo of what seems to be a gruesome headless body. Local authorities noticing the photo as a snapshot from a camera, found it as a probable cause to place Mr. Aware under arrest with suspicion until this case is solved. Tracing to the time registered on the photo (2003/08/20), authorities found no reports of death in their records. After further research, this photo was claimed false to a picture of a murder; the photo was simply within an illusion. The head actually did not belong to the body, but was a head of another person. On the seat were two people, and one of them had laid their head back to the seat and was not visible from the camera’s angle. The other person had laid their head on the legs as a pillow, thus creating an illusion of a headless body. For being placed under custody “without probable cause”, Mr. Joshua Aware is suing the Aurori Police Department for parking ticket-exemption for life. The court is under arbitration and the judgment is yet to be made.

A Metal Concert

A metal concert is not something easily described; the air is thick with heat and full with the smell of people. To the right, a person was being carried by others to who knows where. All around people were pushing and shoving, looking as if they are in dire need of shelter. It was a dog eat dog world, and at this time and place, it seemed as if common order was gone. High intensity filled up, and people were lost with no sense of time; adrenaline was running through everyone as far as eyes can see. As a roaring sound and a loud screech filled the ears, everyone threw themselves up. In front of the concert was where all this took place; what the people called a ‘mosh’ pit. The sound of electric guitar screeching, the bass and drums thumping, and a synthesizer ringing through all the power other instruments combined to play, the metal concert by ‘Slayers’ was not a place to simply mess with.

At the Fillmore, many gathered from all around to see the band ‘Slayers’ perform. An old bearded guy with a big belly was seen talking to a bald guy with tattoos everywhere and earrings the size of a golf ball. Behind them was a dorky looking man who’s name I later found out was Stan. “I got so much crap to do at work tomorrow” said Stan, a banker. “But shit, when am I going to see this band perform here again you know? I just left everything at the office. I’m gonna be busy tomorrow ha ha ha.” As Stan talked to me, I couldn’t help but notice his apparel. Beige khakis, a red polo shirt, with a nameless baseball cap; the word ‘banker’ couldn’t be spelled any other way. I began to wonder and worry a little bit for Stan. He was a tall lanky man who seemed a little far from fighting; and unfortunately, his dressing style seemed to call out for a beating from the angry looking tattooed guy four feet away. Noticing the tattooed guy, I tried to make my way towards him to start a conversation. As I squeezed myself toward him shouts went out into the air and it stopped me in my tracks. The main band ‘Slayers’ had come one to perform. This relieved me a little, because the man I wanted to talk to was very intimidating. He did have some scars on his body and hands; who is to say he doesn’t like Asian kids asking about his music?

As the music started playing, I realized what I had worried about for Stan, and what I thought of on the guy with tattoos was meaningless. Everyone in the audience came together as one. As the lead singer yelled out something (something I couldn’t make out), Stan, as well as the scary tattoo guy, yelled some lyric in unison; as one. No matter what song was played, no matter what drinks they have had, no matter what the guy next to me smelled like, it just didn’t seem matter. I began to move away from the front to avoid the moshing. Something that I wanted to avoid for that night, a mosh pit is not a place for the weak hearted. As the intensity of the music grew, audience members in the front began to truly feel the music. They were feeling not only with their ears and senses, but expressing it with their body. As they began to run around in a circle, each of them threw themselves unto another, smacking and ramming and beating each other to the beat of the music. In one incident, I saw a bleach blonde girl, probably no more than 5’ 2” get knocked to the floor by another scary looking man, whom what I thought was a giant. She flew to the floor, and disappeared in the pack of people stampeding by the stage. Luckily she wasn’t hurt, because as soon as she was knocked down, she was seen right back up to do the same thing that got her almost killed. The music itself had little musical melody. The lead vocal basically yelled throughout the whole three-four songs that they sang. The drummer seemed like he was hitting whatever was in front of him (sometimes himself as well, it looked like), and the guitarist did more head-banging than looking at his guitar. The music bumped very loud and my heart seemed to have paused beating. The combination of the music, the yelling of the crowd, and the running of the mosh pit deafened ears and stopped time. There was no beginning or was there an ending; everything was always at a climax, and the music seemed to go on. Words were futile; only by movements was someone able to have any form of communication. Once again, I have to emphasize; a metal concert was not something to simply mess with.

At the end of the night, I met up with my friend Tyler, who had also been moshing up in front. He is another big guy, with tattoos on his body and a piercing on his bottom lip. For that reason, I wasn’t worried, but more amused when he told me what had happened to him. “Yea, I got bit in the back of the head and punched in the jaw, but that’s moshing you know? It was good. The band kicked ass and the cats by me were hardcore.” By the way, I happened to see the person that bit him in the head; he got pushed and ran his open mouth to Tyler’s unfortunate head. It was Stan.

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Love from Russia

I have always been a church goer. Since birth, my mother took me to a church every Sunday. Yet, I always questioned the authencity of what a Christian is. Why they live in that fashion, and why they move the way they do; I decided for my observational essay to inquire about Christianity. At my church, we have an assistant pastor, Rev. Huh. Every Sunday, he comes to church, leads the beginning portion of our service, and sits down and listens to the sermon like everyone else in the congregation. After service, he would drink coffee and eat with us, and afterwards, he would go home. Yet, within what I knew from him, he had a strange aura about him; he seemed different. Naturally I picked Rev. Huh; he made it easy for me to choose my subject. I found out first that he had experience as a missionary in Russia, and he told us a story about what made him who he is now. The story started off in the summer of ’96, in a small town near the capital Moscow. Reverend Huh has been the preacher of a small church and was doing what he had to do, when shocking news came to him. Four of his church members, all teenagers, had been killed. A single mother family, with four boys was a member of his church. The mother had met a man out of town, and fell in love. Believing in love, she gave the man one of the two keys to their house and invited him to come anytime. Two weeks later, this man came to her house when she had gone to work; not for love, but to rob their house. The man was a scam artist and used the name of love to make a way for crime. Coming to their house, he found the four boys passed out after they had drunk lots of alcohol. Not concerned, the man continued to steal items out of the house, when one of the boys had woken up. Still drunk and dazed, the boy did have enough common sense to realize what this man had been doing. Afraid that these boys would break his cover, the man killed each boy, one by one. Afterwards, he had taken the stuff out of the house (which officials later found being one TV, a necklace and a bit of cash), and had run away to the airport. Upon hearing of this disaster, my pastor had cried and cried and hated himself for not being able to talk to them more regarding God and salvation. During this interview, as I saw my pastor tell me this story and of how he felt, I saw in his eyes a passion and love for the work he does at church. Although I myself have a lot of questions and curiosity regarding God, seeing someone so pained over a group of boys that he barely knew, and seeing the passion for God, I started to ask myself what God was all about. What is God, that made Rev. Huh go out to Russia and live there as a missionary for six years? He spoke no Russian, he had no benefit from going, and yet, he went because “God told him to go". His years there had been rough. Each little thing he had to do, from going to the restroom or taking a shower, or sleeping in a warm room, each little thing was always uncomfortable to do and inconvenient to him. Yet, he was there for six years to live as a missionary. I wasn’t able to find the answer through the short time we had for the observational essay, but somewhere in his being, I saw a love for the love he does. It amazed me.

Following links for info on: Christian Mission Movements, Christianity in Russia, History of Christianity

Music from the Soul

Music is a big part of society in the world we live in today. It characterizes a person to who they are, and we often are able to tell how a person is based on the type of music that they familiarize themselves with. From oldies to death metal, each music genre is independent of one another. And, in the variety types of music we have in this time of age, anyone can find a genre that they can personally relate to. The world of music has evolved into an incredible method of self-reflection and self-expression. In this modern culture however, music is very limited on HOW it is performed. Certain instruments accompany the music almost all the time; bass, drum, guitar, synthesizer, etc. It always follows a specific rhythm, and the beat is always consistent. Often musicians try to escape from this repetition, but certain properties of music cannot be changed. The dilemma we are left with then, is, “are we doomed for the same over and over again?!” Thankfully, we find in a few artists, a sound that seems unique and touching to the soul. Between two of the same artists, even if they are in the same genre, we find one that sounds “better”. What makes this happen, I believe, is not how the song is played instrumentally, but how it’s played from the soul. Although music is limited to how it’s played, certain songs have a bigger influence, and they touch our hearts. The Youtube link posted is one of those pieces. A song performed by an instrument that we think is fitting only for country/folk music, this person plays a song with a ukulele with strange energy. In simplicity, this person might be playing the ukulele on Youtube just to show off his musical talent. Perhaps this person made this clip to just impress a girl (or a guy, depending on how he flies). Whatever his intentions may have been, what is important is how he influenced his audience. Thanks to the media, we are able to find music very easily these days. We turn on our TV and flip our channel to MTV or BET (maybe for some of us, UNIVISION). The problem that we run into in this method is that we rarely get to see the unpublicized artists. Generally, the musicians and artists that we see on TV are of those who have been recognized by the public. Because of that reason, however, the media that we see does not allow us to see the artists hidden. This clip from Youtube, makes that change. This guy is not known by the public, but we see him now, playing his music. It’s good to see a person as regular as you or me being able to express his music in a broader range of media. In my previous post, I commented on how great Youtube is; once again, from seeing this clip, I stand firm in my belief.