- Season’s Greeting with my best wishes
- The Independent Tree
- All good things come to an end
- A Hope…
- The leaves in the cold night
- My Best Season’s Greetings
- The scent in the night
- Give the blue sky back to us
- That which has no limit
- The Mirage
- Thank You…
- This is how I see the world
- The Spirit
- City Moon Night
The past fortnight became a nightmare for the peaceful pro-democracy protesters in Hongkong.
HONG KONG—Many of Hong Kong’s media outlets have followed the line of the Chinese Communist Party in reporting on the Occupy Central’s democracy protests.In mainland China, the state-run media have described Occupy Central as illegal, destructive of Hong Kong, and the result of foreign interference.The world’s media have in general praised the students for being polite, peaceful, and orderly, and condemned the Hong Kong police for using tear gas and pepper spray to disperse peaceful protesters on Sept. 29.When the Hong Kong newspapers Wenweipo and Ta Kung Pao reported on the events of Sept. 29, they published articles condemning Occupy Central for causing “a lot of chaos.”The Oriental Daily took a similar approach with an article whose headline read “Chaotic Protest Like Tides, Tear Gas Flies.” The report claimed that the students’ protest was “totally out of control.”When hundreds of anti-Occupy Central demonstrators suddenly appeared in groups and violently attacked…
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“Your genius will not be allocated to you, but you choose your genius; and let him who draws the first lot have the first choice, and the life which he chooses shall be his destiny.”…The Republic by Plato
Taking one lemon out from the fridge, one beaker from the cupboard and one slicer from the drawer of the buffet, I started to cut the lemon into moiety. The bisection was so well done that it almost looked like symmetry, it would certainly be a dislikable job to pinch either.
I laid the slicer on the top of the beaker horizontally, reluctantly squeezed it with both of my hands. It was the juice I needed to favour the drink, excuse me, I had no other way. While I thought of how many lemons I had squeezed in my life, I pressed harder and harder.
It was out of the blue, unexpectedly the bisecting lemon slipped out from my hand and, defiantly and deliberately it flapped up to air, I tried to stretch out my left hand to grasp but failed. When it fell springing on the slicer, whether intentionally or not was still a mystery, and so caused it to bounce, on the spur of the moment, unpredictably or unluckily it chopped the inner part of my left forearm, of course fate itself would never sustain a chance to spare, as I felt the blade drew me a finer edge. Phew!
The lip was as long as a mediocre mouth slightly split into two fleshy folds. It was bleeding. I bent my left arm in order to block the vein, at the mean time, I thought, I must find something to cover it.
I really could not stop myself to loathe such incident would happen on me while all I wanted was only but a drink to fulfill my body, or more precisely, my physicality. And I also could not hold back my voice to murmur: I must be out of my mind! 😦
Sitting myself down, I began to ponder what should I do next.
By seeing this ontologically existed wound, I could not pretend that I had no body as Descartes taught us in his Discourse on Method. And because I could not deny I had an existed body, I could not doubt the truth of the wound, it followed very evidently that both existed.
But how half a lemon could slip out from my hand? It seemed my body and my mind were so seemingly doing this careful action of squeezing with compatibility. I would certainly doubt if Nicolas De Malebranche (hereinafter referred as NDM), an occasionalist, asserted that it was caused by God, because it would only follow that God is omnipresence but not omnipotence. I might have a chance to free from an ordeal if the Almighty would change the course of the bouncing lemon, or at least wheeled it to abide the law of gravity, that meant making it falling directly onto the ground. Even if NDM argued that God would use this environmental happening to create appropriate experience to a humble me, but nonetheless God should remember that I’d been summoned through similar experiences for many times before in my life, unless God prepared to favour me with a bigger lesson this time in a harder way. If this was the case, would I bleed or affect in whatever form and then die?
As D.M. Armstrong (hereinafter referred as DMA) mentioned that body is constituted of a substance called matter, so when this matter of mine was facing mortality, could I hold back the distress which haunted on my mind? Although DMA further pointed out that body and mind are composed by two ontologically distinct substances, but for most of the substance dualists, based on interactionism, posit mind and body are capable of causally affecting each other, thus the distress on my mind seemed somehow like a parallelist who asserted that physical events appeared to cause mental events and vice versa.
If a decision to fulfill a desire for a cup of cold drink was considered as a mental event, then a wound on my forearm should not be denied as a physical event, especially when I felt pain! But, is pain a brain state? In one paper named The Nature of Mental States written by Hilary Putnam, he argued that pain is not a brain state, in the sense of a physical-chemical state of the brain (or even the whole nervous system), but another kind of state entirely.
I propose the hypothesis that pain, or the state of being in pain, is a functional of a whole organism.
Before my cognitive capability applied in understanding dualism seemed turning into cul de sac, the path of Locke and Hume skepticism might be able to provide a possible answer by the development of nowadays scientific method.
The pain in a physical is temporal, but in mind would surely be forever, (I truly hope Sisyphus would not disagree with this), especially when one is longing for love as Mr. Russell has once said. If love is what he is longing for, I would doubt that if he could deny as to what a dualist believes.
Before this philosophical riddles remain unsolved and due to my speculations to this matter are in fact quite narrow, may I humbly propose the following poem written by Keats as the epilogue to finish such dilemmatic contemplation temporarily until further discussion.
“Of the wide world I stand alone and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink¨
Col. Rainsborough’s famous appeal for democratic rights:
” I think it’s clear, that every man that is to live under a government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that government; and I do think that the poorest man in England is not bound in a strict sense to that government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.”
And after three hundred sixty more years, if the poorest people in HK still have not had a voice to put themselves under, at least, they should know what they should do, let’s hope.