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We live in a world with lots of differences. People are dying of poverty by the millions while other people are feasting in fancy hotels in Europe and Asia. People are suffering for not been able to afford dental treatment while people are spending hundreds of thousands in a new shining smile. That’s the world. I know it can get a lot better but i also know it was a lot worst. At times slavery was common. At times killing with no reason was acceptable. It sounds like the world we live in now, right? Look up in history and you will see it was a lot worst. Our life expectancy is proof of that. This is already subject for a lot of arguments but this is not the main subject here. The main subject maybe has to do with the fact things doesn’t get even better. Much better. And the answer is my subject:

The more pleasing to the eyes seams to get a better place in the sun. It’s everywhere and it probably has something to do with “survival of the fittest” as it has to do with a very nazi concept of purity but the fact is that it is there as strong as ever or even more. We try to fill these gaps by trying to improve our social behavior. By accepting. By not saying out loud what we think about the fat, the bald, about the old, the poor, the sick and so on. Or are the fat kids the popular ones in your neighborhood’s school?

I’m in Cozumel right not and it’s a paradise people try to preserve. No wonder. It’s really amazing. But i can’t help but remembering coasts with less luck. Those with less interesting fish and less reefs and soaked in oil from transport ships. So i also had to remember about my fluffy cat. The animal i love the most. He happens to be a gourgeous persian cat. I had to remember my cat because there are cats screaming all night by the hotel in Cozumel because they are starving as billions of other animals in the world. The fish here are so friendly. They don’t fear humans. Neither the cows and pigs that we eat everyday. Ok. Not all the cows. The really beautiful cows turns into procriation machines and have a better luck.

The fact is that it seams we gotta really balance out Darwin in these situations  but we are unprepared for the task. We do want equality but we finance the differences. We pay for the top models and we go to the movies to see things pleasant to the eyes. We hang with the good looking ar the successful or those we admire in one way of the other.  And yes we choose and leave the unlucky behind. Probably many of you are as me unlucky in many subjects and lucky in a couple. In the hotel i am there are a lot of poor mexicans serving food and making sure the lucky ones are well served. I’m lucky for a week a year but as i’m not a model and i don’t find my place in the sun unless i work more than one should i have to go back tomorrow and work as most. As those mexicans serving us. The thing is: Some are spared of this. Some get it easier and it’s all about Darwin. But not the fittest to survive as Herbert Spencer said. Just the fittest and gourgeous. Deny it if you can! Tell me you left the cute kitty behind and got the ugly blind one. Tell me you are ugly and always had it easy for you. Tell me you believe most people tend to see beauty in virtue and spirit. Tell me i’m not saying the true! If i’m telling the true in other hand it will be really difficult for us to ever live in an equal society where everybody can find a place in the sun. That’s the sad true…unless you are one of the lucky ones…

We build our lives under the impressions of what we think our life it.

We hope and we get. We don’t hope and we don’t get it.

It’s like this huge universe of possibilities providing infinitely.

It’s pure quantum physics. It;s the world of Jesus.

That briliant son of god told us we should have faith.

Heaven belongs to those of faith and one only needs it to enter heaven.

One only needs to believe in god to be saved.

Saved from the fear of hell. From the fear of fading forever and having nothing left

to be remember. To loose the amazing moments spent in life.

After all probably this life here is what they call heaven. It’s when we are all

united. We are all one and all sons of god. Made of the same matter and

exchanging in infinite ways matter and energy.

If this is not heaven then what it is?

Anyway your faith will build what you believe in.

So you better believe in something. But how can you after learning this?

It seams like cheating. If i just need to believe something will happen it will?

Is it that simple?? Funny. I’m quoting Jesus again. I guess it is that simple.

Then why is it so hard to see it working? Why most feel they are in hell?

What is really the Devil? Maybe it’s the knowledge that all of this is and that’s just it.

It’s not a lie but if you take faith out of this equation everything becomes grey and

lifeless. No wonder the Devil is so powerful. He is the lack of hope. The lack of

faith. Hey! I’m quoting religion again even if i’m not trying at all. They say the

greatest trick the Devil ever played is to make us believe he doesn’t exist.

That’s what i’m saying all over again. The Devil is the non existence of belief.

Is the idea of “there’s nothing but this here”. It’s not a wrong idea but it’s twisted

because “this” can be what we want. Anything really. So a question remains.

What happens when we die? I guess if we have faith it will happen according to

our beliefs. If we don’t it will be just what it is. Faith in what? In these very things

we are talking about. The power of make things happen. The universe that

works for us. God we are and god it is. See…religion again!!!

Ok…Now you’ll think i’m bipolar. lol … Just after my emotional post about the end of this year and all the friends i made and adventures i lived here comes a post that may not be totally pleasant. I’m not writing it to be unpleasant but it is kinda. Not because it’s sad but because it’s contrary to an aspirational and cheering notion. The notion that photography has to do with life. The notion that this echo that we call representation of life is something more than the denial of death. That ss something more than the need to savor the moment that is long gone. These days the aesthetics are important for some but the majority are interested in the moments. The part of the universe that was “captured” and it’s been displayed for as long as one can fancy it’s qualities. I really love these moments so that’s why i think a lot about the subject and despite the fact that it is a joy to look at a great photographer’s work my point is: This is not alive and it doesn’t mean anything more than an echo. Even if these photos were invented and not natural at all. Even if there was a studio and all clothes and hairs were fake still there was a moment. A real one. And these photos are the echoes of these moments. They are dead. I’m writing this thinking about artists. Most live ones especially those i know and can comment about with property do their work in an attempt to extent their lives. To be there even when they are not. To create an immortal Ego. Of course history shows us some personalities that maybe didn’t follow this logic but most do. I just believe totally in artists that burned everything they have done and nobody saw it ever (an idea that is kinda hard to materialize). So what is cheering about this post is the following: Just what i’m saying is that art is overrated and sometimes life is underrated. Sometimes it takes much more genius to live at old age after sight is gone and taste is gone but the sounds of life and the warm sun have to suffice. And people do that everyday! Picasso maybe couldn’t do it…so where is the fame and fortune for these people?? Why what they do is not more artistic than what we see in museums? That’s why my new year’s resolution is the widely quoted and beat up monologue from the film trainspotting:  “Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life” …and fuck the need to know what comes after you die and how will you look 500 years from now and what future societies will think about you. Let’s live and enjoy our time!