I picked up a book today by NATHANIEL H. FRANK, Introduction to Mechanics and Heat. While was flipping through it, a Physics II final examination fell out. I am guessing it is from 1939-194o, due to the fact it is written on a type-writer, the pages are amber colored(and thin), and the book it fell out of was publish in 1939. I am going to post up the three questions(not in order).
If you happen to solve them, let me know, we can talk about our different thought processes. Continue reading
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding…”
~ Khalil Gibran
Arjun first felt pain when he was fourteen years old. Before then, it wasn’t truly pain. Hunger. Bruises. Scrapes. Beatings. That was all the result of human weakness, the bleak brother of human courage. It was nothing to him. He ached with the sun when she stretched and rose and he ached with her as she slipped away, carrying her rays of hope with her. Physical pain was a dull and ever-present memory. True pain, he knew, was when something you couldn’t really see was taken away from you. Something that was as much a part of him as his calloused young hands that picked up crushed bottles and broken glass each day, his blistered feet that slid and slipped underneath the weight of the sack on his shoulders, his lungs that breathed in the decomposing walls of houses he was told was too good for him to live in. Continue reading
A false approach to poverty is advancing upon it with the sterile tongs of intellectual humanitarianism. Poverty to many is ambiguous. It is the “donation” plaque on a store counter, it is a bumper sticker on the back of a new car. People on Pinterest who sign digital petitions think that they’ve done enough for a cause just by clicking a few buttons, as well as clothing lines that “give 20% of your proceeds to charity.” It’s all to assuage guilt, really, but it’s deception. All of it. Consumerism, conditioning by the media can shut out everything important. I am not being pessimistic or hopeless, I am stating it as it is. One can live completely shut out from true suffering except on magazine covers and web advertising. The broken human shell likes to seek shelter in the gilded cage of first-world modernity, with all it’s distracting comforts that distort impending death into the form of a self-righteous donation sticker. What one needs to do is realize and measure the good one does with how one feels afterwards, and if it is real it will no longer feel like relief or assuaged guilt, but liberating gain.