So i’m sittin in the car on the way home, rockin’ out to Jason Mraz. (I don’t know why, been stuck on his music recently) Anyway.. listening to “Man Gave Names to All the Animals” and I’m thinking.. that’s so fucking true. Every word in existence, we thought up at some point. We found something new, we discovered something never before seen, understood, or studied. We named it. Thats a powerful thing to do. What if youre walking down a path some day, and you pick up something. No one you’re with has seen it, you take it back to the group, and no one there knows either. what do you call it. Where do you begin to form the syllables? What letter do you begin with?

I know we have scientists that stare up at the stars, and name them based on location or some code.. etc etc.. but what fun is naming something “Object 00 dash 9834a”?

Is there anything left in this world to discover, or are we merely categorizing and sub-categorizing? I know there are species of insect or bird, etc that have yet to be discovered.. but they basically already have a nomenclature or taxonomy. Mammal, vertebrate, arachnid, etc.. is there anything left here thats new. Completely unseen before?

I think as humans, we have an ultimate power to create. We have conquered tool usage, and have the ability to unleash anything in our infinitely creative minds. all we need is some minor understanding… or rather the passion to discover.. and we could go anywhere or do anything. The only thing holding us back is our own systems and rules. Are we doomed to live on this planet forever while we let religion and hate define what we can and can’t do? Are we limited to never succeed past knowing what we know now, because of limits that are put on us by century and millenia-old traditions?

I can’t do that. Fly me to the moon. Show me something new. Give me spice, give me something to discover. Show me the world life and all it has to offer.

Spending time looking into people, I have learned some things. Some people put up walls, some just don’t give a shit. Some have a façade and show one group part of them self, while another group who they really are. Some people hide behind the façade and show no one who they are. Some are afraid of showing who they are. I can 99% of the time see right through these walls. I like to think i have a fairly good judge of character, and I can figure a person out pretty quickly. Some take more time than others, but no matter how long it takes, I have a pretty good clue on who they really are eventually. The one thing I’m always curious is what that person has to offer. What’s NEW inside of them. Some people may not have anything, others might not want to offer anything. But I am ever-curious to find out.

Who defined the term “love”?

Oxford Dictionaries say:

“The word love goes back to the very roots of the English language. Old English lufu is related to Old Frisian luve, Old High German luba, Gothic lubo. There is a cognate, lof, in early forms of the Scandinavian languages. The Indo-European root is also behind Latin lubet ‘it is pleasing’ and lubido ‘desire’. The word is recorded from the earliest English writings in the 8th century.”

ok, ok.. so we might know the etymology of the word, but I want to know what that first human was thinking when he or she said that word. Those raw sounds forming. Forming those words into something they felt for someone else. I want that feeling. I want to know what was happening in that moment. I want to see what was in their eyes.

Scientifically, we can determine what “love” is.. but really aren’t we just monitoring what our physical states are doing.. based on a reaction to stimulus? Doesn’t that just define what HAPPENS, not what it actually is? I mean yeah, we can write down and eventually understand every thought process and function our bodies can create. It makes me feel deflated honestly. Knowing that in true and pure form we are nothing more than energy dispensed. Science can’t define that feeling though. That heart stopping moment when you hold hands briefly or when you catch eyes for just that second. That last heavy breathe after a mind-blowing orgasm. It can tell us our body’s reaction, our heart rates, or what our brain is doing.. but it can never describe that ….. just euphoria. That state of when time just stops.

Art is an expression of feeling and what we cannot describe with words. Something so beautiful or so horrifically ugly that there isn’t a word or sound to capture it. The oil on the canvas, or the gaze in someone’s eye in a photo. We all know what we see there in this art, but there just aren’t words to define the limits and boundaries of this feeling. Maybe there is something left to discover in this world. behind all the darkness and hate. hidden between the cracks of death and the limits of society. There is something there. Something we can’t describe with sound. Only with a feeling, something so powerful that it can’t be held within the limits of a few letters or scribbles on paper.

Sometimes this insatiable thirst to know truly drives me mad….