The Theory of the Universal Language

Language, something we use to communicate as a social species.

Man has been able to count almost since he was able to talk. Anything from rough estimations value when barter trading, to counting the sticks on the ground, counting is an incredibly abstract task which is not easily performed. The number four for example, you can't touch it, it is not a physical object, you can't hear it, nor can you see it, you can however associate it with a quantity of physical objects present in front you.

Over time, mathematicians began to experiment with the numbers, resulting in a colossal library of relationships between multitudes of abstracts. Algebra, Pythagoras's Theorem, Calculus, Trigonometry, Pie... the list goes on. Its application in Physics in particular, Chemistry and all the other classes of science its vital to their reasoning and logic. Logic may very well be determined by the numbers, numbers may very well determine our logic. The finite, the comprehendable.

Generally, maths and science work hand in hand, a splendid combination. However, why the errors? The unexplained? The unpredictable? Black-holes for example, a distortion of the space-time continuum, The big-bang, the theory that some say started with a "super-atom, infinitely small, infinitely energetic", how all of this ties with the enormity of the universe, yet, the universe is still expanding? How small is infinitely small? Are we still infinitely small? How much energy can there be? Dark matter? Anti-matter? Are we a dimension within a dimension within a dimension existing within our own dimension? ERR0RS!

Scientists believe that mathematics is the language of the Universe, explaining the logic and the predictable, attempting to calm the storm of unpredictability, even with irrational values. So much so, Pythagoras's Theorem is a communication tool to identify us with the Alien.

What I propose is entirely out of most of your paradigms, something so ridiculous, you probably never wanted to consider, as all of mankind is afraid of weakness, afraid to admit he is wrong.

An analogy I would use to explain this idea, ironically enough, is something from Maths, as I am a student of Science and Maths. Have you ever done questions in an examination that are so long, you needed a whole page to solve it? Those of you doing Mathematics in your Senior years in High School or University should understand this. Now imagine if you had made a silly mistake early on in the question, say if 3+7 equaled 12 instead of 10. The whole working out, the answer you finally achieved, all done in vain, its wrong! The error carries forward and affects your subsequent solution. (Thank God for c.f.m.). Yet sometimes, if another mistake is made along the way, which then puts the correct value back into the working, then the correct answer can be achieved even though the working was wrong. Lets say if i was to substitute the 12 into a formula, but wrote 10 in by accident, the answer will still be correct, but somewhere up there was the mistake.

Assume mankind made that first mistake, if 3+7 equaled 12. If mathematics was not the language of the Universe, the key to its secrets, the definition of logic. HEADACHE! No! It can't be! It all makes SO MUCH SENSE! Assume that man made another mistake by placing 10 in the formula instead of 12, the working out was wrong although a similar result is obtained. Mathematics explains many phenomenons in the world, but not ALL.

Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce the weakness of mankind. He can comprehend the theory of evolution, of the big-bang, of millions of years of time passing with nothing,. He filters out the lies and only listens to the bits he wants, what he considers the truth. But he cannot comprehend that a God made him in his own image, of something beyond infinity, of existence without space or time. Here is his weakness. The singles paradigmatic mind. The limited. How a universe so big is small to a God bigger still, who breath it into existence, just as it is. How a God so big, cared for man so small, counted his every hair and died for him.

Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to so introduce to you, mankind. As long as he dwells in his earthly thoughts and presumptions and assumptions of the world, he will be nothing more than the earth that made him be.

you only live once,
Artking

Curse

I started school on the 28th of January, and today is the 25th of February. I believe having my maths teacher as my maths teacher is both a curse and a blessing.

A blessing? I believe I am doing better this year than I was doing last year.

A curse? View the picture below for an idea.


A close up on my maths workbook. the pages on left are the pages used, and the pages on the right are those not used. Its a 160 page book and I predict it will only last me until mid-late March. The work load is UNBELIEVABLE. I have since dedicated all if not most of my recess and lunch times to maths work whilst working on my other assignments at home.

you only live once,
Artking

My Own

A friend once asked me, if I was so desperate for an electric guitar, would I trade my existing acoustic in for an electric? Hell no.

Meet Lindele. Lin-the-what?. Lindele, Elvish for music. She's my my second acoustic guitar, the first being an old nylon stringed guitar with a ply wood top my uncle gave me. I affectionately called it Racfea, Elvish for broken soul.

Unfortunately I can't find a picture of it here but I have one uploaded on my Facebook page. If you could see the picture of that guitar you would know why I called it Racfea. It is about 20 years old, those of you guitar experts will know what happens to a plywood top after over 20 year without unstringing. Tension pulled the bridge away along with the top, my uncle used a combination of super glue and tape to put it back together, not the greatest thing to play but she served me well for about a month and was surprisingly still intact. She required tuning every time I played her so I got into the habit of playing an out of tune guitar, which gave a different feel to precisely tuned guitars. Call it unpredictability, it was fun. Even now I would intentionally "untune" my guitar slightly to achieve that "unusual" tone, part and parcel of experimenting.

Lindele, my first truly intimate experience with my music. I got her at Carlingford Music Centre for $580 including an Ashton hard case and strap plus complimentary picks. I later got an Ashton stand for $26 at the same place. Lindele is a Cort MR-100 with solid cedar top, mahogany sides, back and neck, rosewood fretboard, and Fishman pickups. Shes not very bright sounding and leans more toward the mellow sounding acoustics, great for blues. She has a single cutaway which allows me to play with the higher registers and a big body for big sound. Her neck is one of the most comfortable necks I have played. Despite being crafted in China, the quality of this instrument is surprisingly good and I compliment Cort on this excellent job, definitely more than worth its price.

It has been approximately a year and five months of guitar playing now, I have extensively used some of my friend's guitars while I was trying to get one for myself and will never forget how generous he was. He also thought me the basics and the fundamentals of guitar playing. Thank you Bobby! I will also not forget Kelvin who launched me further along my journey. As for my guitars, they are the only way I was able to reach where I am today.

you only live once,
Artking

Electric Dreams

I've been praying for an electric guitar for ages now. If only there was a breakthrough in our financial situation and my dad can finally buy a house.

I'm a huge (and I mean HUGE) fan of electric guitars. I believe all guitars are individual and have their unique sound. Nothing excites me more than the sound of an electric guitar.

I can be quite a fussy pot to satisfy when it comes to sound as well as price. So far, I've been blessed enough to be able to try a few Stratocasters, Les Pauls, Super Strats etc. I'm looking (hoping rather) for something that's reasonably cheap first of all, something with good sustain, a comfy and not too fat neck, and something that's good for blues. My favorites include Epiphone Les Paul (Standard of Custom makes not difference), Burny's Les Paul, and the Fender Mexican Stratocasters. None of them are feel perfect but I think the Burny's best fits the bill. However, Burny's is a hard to find brand and I do not foresee myself flying all the way to Japan just to get one.

As for amplifiers, my eyes are fixed on the Vox VT 30. It is a bloody good amp, even for the price. It offers all the amp models I need and will ever use.

Effects? Its either a POD X3 LIVE or a stomp boxes. The POD has good amp mods but already the Vox amp can do the trick, other than that, the effects are pretty normal. Individual stomp boxes on the other hand are very expensive, but you get what pay for and quality is pretty much assured.



you only live once,
Artking

In My Head

Have you ever heard a tune, and it just sticks in your head for the rest of the day?
It happens a lot to me. A LOT. Anything from a catchy song to the ring of my alarm clock (its rare but does happen, it normally is a catchy song). I can't help but think if I'm borderline Schizophrenic.

Sometimes, I have these moments of inspiration, I hear a song (or a part of it) in my head, or a tune, or come up with a lyric. As soon as i get to my guitar its gone... how depressing. I have heard beautiful melodies just as I'm drifting of to dreamland or come up with something meaningful I could add to my drafts in the shower and experience the momentary euphoria that is oh so hard to find; a melody that speaks from my soul. I once heard a full song play while I was sleeping and I swear it was not of this earth, not anything anyone has come up with yet. When i woke the next day, all I could remember the feeling of listening to that song - beyond euphoric. In fact that's all I remember anytime I forget the music i came up with, the emotion it created, or rather, the emotion that created it.

It isn't easy to come by these experiences. Maybe I should just savor those moments as they come? The more I pursue them the more I think its futile.

However all is not lost, I have managed to gather a tiny collection of melodies and portions of lyrics (those that I manage to recall or get to my guitar, pen and paper in time). I am currently experimenting with it and hope to accomplish something meaningful in my musical life.

you only live once,
Artking

Meet the Flesh

I'm either a genius or a maniac, some people might say. I think I don't need people in my life but my life is nothing without people. I am on a mission. I am on a journey.

I am a philosopher and a blabber. I am a scientist. I am a man governed by believes and self formulated values. I am a man of relationships and not religion. I believe in purpose and meaning. I believe in knowledge. I believe that I'm not invincible, yet I'm not impossible. I ponder on the rational and irrational, the logical and the insanely wrong. I am a man of answers and even more questions. I wonder about "facts" and hope that the truth can shine through.

My strength is drawn from the Word, the Blood, the Love. By His strides my wounds are healed. I seek faith that walks me on water, love to fight injustice. I have a hope in my Savior.

Music is my language, and the guitar is my dialect. Music is a God made channel for man to expresses what words can't. It is beauty that only the ears can see.

The Word is sustenance for the soul, food is sustenance for the flesh. My dedication to it has contributed to my size and I can only wish to go back in time and remake some decisions. Nonetheless, I love food for the wonder that it is.

I game not for any cause, just for fun. To me games are an art form and playing them is a skill only the select can master.

You have just met the flesh, let's see if you'll get to witness whats beyond that in my posts to come...

you only live once,
Artking