Monday, 25 November 2013
do I believe in intelligent life outside our earth, in the Universe?
I do not agree in the belief of intelligent life in the universe. First of all, the concept of alien life is not biblical and I for one believe that the Bible is a historically sound document, with all due respect to other religions. Another is that there is no ‘irrefutable proof about it. Even if the bible isn’t considered completely irrefutable, the concept of having aliens in space is substantially more refutable; we have no documented official events nor proof to show that aliens are non-fictional either. On earth, most living things depend on the conversing climates, atmosphere, nutrition etc. Suppose there was supernatural or intelligent life outside our world, then the beings would have to be drastically different from human beings, since humans cannot live in climates other than earth’s perfect chemical balance. Lastly, the Hubble telescope had been sent years before 2013, and to this day has not found any life in the universe. If there were aliens in space, computers, space crafts, telescopes, or ‘rovers’ should have already discovered a new life form in the milky way, or even the vast, empty universe by this point in time.
As I am a Christian I may be biased onwards as to the question: ‘if there is intelligent life in the universe, other than those on earth?’ However, I believe what the bible says is true and in reading my bible I find there is no reference to any other intelligent life than those on earth. I have no intention to offend any reader, but God created man in his image and if there were beings on another planet with the same substantial needs as humans, then humans would not be more important than those other beings. However, if humans are in God’s image, surely he would expect humans to be more valuable than those other beings. This would also mean that we should have this information in the written bible, which we don’t.
In the technology of astronomy and space, humans have yet to find any irrefutable information on alien life forms. If they had, there would be no more debates against intelligent life outside the earth. But since the ‘events’ happening have no real credulity, or official proof, I definitely take a stand on disagreeing to the concept of ‘alienism’. The Hubble telescope had been sent up a couple of years ago and has still not found any real life forms along the way. What could possibly be outside of the earth’s atmosphere, if nothing has ever found it yet? Along with the Hubble telescope, rovers track down additional information roaming all over planets. Yet they haven’t found any intelligent life yet either. I really don’t believe that there could ever be intelligent life, with all the advanced technology we have today, already.
So far, in our view of life, life has to be supplied with a proper climate, nutrition, atmosphere, and more! It would be extremely rare to find a planet, with the specific life sources provided on our earth. If there were aliens, they would basically be extremely different from humans, because of the rarity of the sources that are on earth. If the beings on another planet do not necessarily need all the foods, climate and atmosphere, the aliens would therefore not look similar to us. The aliens would look different, and act differently from us.
To conclude, I do not believe in any sort of intelligent life, even if I’ve watched many sources of other examples of alien life forms. I believe in what the bible says, and aliens have no reference in the bible. Our technology has brought us very far in the world of space, and nobody has ever been able to prove that aliens are non-fictional, and still remains refutable. Even if aliens were real, I believe that there would be no possibility of having a planet, or species parallel to human beings. Aliens would look remotely different. In the end, I have no belief of intelligent life, other than the ones on earth, in the Universe.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Is Social Media a good thing or a bad thing?
Social media is a world wide spread of communication, or entertainment. Contacting people on the web, or meeting long lost friends promote the idealized communication in our year. Nobody really notices the consequences of the cyber space when they first log in to an app or website. The click of a button, or a mean comment that just slipped under a social media user, and everything could go wrong. What may seem funny when spoken may not be as funny on the Internet, or through texting. People could get arrested, cyber bullied, charged, fail an assignment in school,or even lose their jobs.At first thought, when a user starts an account, the media provides the positive outcomes of that site, but nobody actually sees what harm could be done by a click of a key, or a picture and a couple of words. In my opinion, I don't think that social media has many good outcomes, comparing to the worse, negative outcomes.
Every day, people use social media instead of using an ordinary telephone. In our time, cyber space seems to drain out everything productive in life. This causes to produce laziness, addiction and unfinished work, (not only school work). Every time a person spends more time on the Internet, the less time their body wants to spend working. This also tunes out real life. Some people say that they apathetically answer to people, because they end up being too connected to their phones. All to include with this, is that people could get 'off track' and spend all their time socializing behind a screen, until they have no more time to finish their homework, jobs, or duties.
On the Internet, nobody knows how a comment is actually meant, behind the screen of a Internet surfer. A mean comment could be a complete joke, as the author of the comment laughs, but behind another screen, the same comment might inflict on a person in the opposite way. People could be severely bullied, if they listen to everything they read on the Internet. Usually, the cyber bully could just sit behind a screen, and potentially never get caught. Sometimes, users end up slipping the wrong word, and sending or posting a comment. The words spreads out, and nobody old actually know what the writer had meant. People could also misinterpret quotes, words or posts. Nothing that is real could actually be described the same way as by texting, posting or using any type of social media network.
The cyber space is a dangerous place to make mistakes, too. By posting pictures, or comments, people can either find something offensive, illegal, or hurtful. Some users probably forget about this important point, because they don't tend to think of what they send, as they just try to post as fast as they could. The outcome of doing something illegally in a picture, is that you could get charged, or arrested by the police. If something is extremely offencive, you will be 'known' for what you did, or by a biast opinion of what your personality is, based on what you posted on the Internet.
Lastly, I find that texting promotes bad grammar, or difficulties with human physical socialization. When a lot of people text, there is usually shorter versions of words used. Even my mother told me that I wasn't allowed to use inproper grammar in emails, but I was allowed to use improper grammar in texting. Nowadays, a lot of people spell incorrectly because of the shortened versions of proper word, making school probably harder. Also, after spending a lot of time behind a screen, they get unprepared to talk to real faces, in real life. If they spend too much time behind a screen, I think this would decrease their communication skills, in the real world.
In my opinion, I think that social media is addictive, promotes laziness, and gets people off task. I think it provides a habit or danger that never needed to happen, such as cyber bullying. I also think that people get used to inproper grammar, and this ends up decreasing their knowledge. Sadly, people probably end up having a lower self esteem, hiding behind a screen and depending on every comment that a person posts on the Internet about therm.
But in some cases, users leave their personal information out, for a stranger to see. This could create not only easier ways to figure people out of their crimes on the Internet, or
When somebody contacts a person, the most frequent way is to text. This is much 'faster' and
Every day, people use social media instead of using an ordinary telephone. In our time, cyber space seems to drain out everything productive in life. This causes to produce laziness, addiction and unfinished work, (not only school work). Every time a person spends more time on the Internet, the less time their body wants to spend working. This also tunes out real life. Some people say that they apathetically answer to people, because they end up being too connected to their phones. All to include with this, is that people could get 'off track' and spend all their time socializing behind a screen, until they have no more time to finish their homework, jobs, or duties.
On the Internet, nobody knows how a comment is actually meant, behind the screen of a Internet surfer. A mean comment could be a complete joke, as the author of the comment laughs, but behind another screen, the same comment might inflict on a person in the opposite way. People could be severely bullied, if they listen to everything they read on the Internet. Usually, the cyber bully could just sit behind a screen, and potentially never get caught. Sometimes, users end up slipping the wrong word, and sending or posting a comment. The words spreads out, and nobody old actually know what the writer had meant. People could also misinterpret quotes, words or posts. Nothing that is real could actually be described the same way as by texting, posting or using any type of social media network.
The cyber space is a dangerous place to make mistakes, too. By posting pictures, or comments, people can either find something offensive, illegal, or hurtful. Some users probably forget about this important point, because they don't tend to think of what they send, as they just try to post as fast as they could. The outcome of doing something illegally in a picture, is that you could get charged, or arrested by the police. If something is extremely offencive, you will be 'known' for what you did, or by a biast opinion of what your personality is, based on what you posted on the Internet.
Lastly, I find that texting promotes bad grammar, or difficulties with human physical socialization. When a lot of people text, there is usually shorter versions of words used. Even my mother told me that I wasn't allowed to use inproper grammar in emails, but I was allowed to use improper grammar in texting. Nowadays, a lot of people spell incorrectly because of the shortened versions of proper word, making school probably harder. Also, after spending a lot of time behind a screen, they get unprepared to talk to real faces, in real life. If they spend too much time behind a screen, I think this would decrease their communication skills, in the real world.
In my opinion, I think that social media is addictive, promotes laziness, and gets people off task. I think it provides a habit or danger that never needed to happen, such as cyber bullying. I also think that people get used to inproper grammar, and this ends up decreasing their knowledge. Sadly, people probably end up having a lower self esteem, hiding behind a screen and depending on every comment that a person posts on the Internet about therm.
But in some cases, users leave their personal information out, for a stranger to see. This could create not only easier ways to figure people out of their crimes on the Internet, or
When somebody contacts a person, the most frequent way is to text. This is much 'faster' and
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
I cant create paragraphs on my blog...
I'm not sure how to make a paragraph on my blog. I started off with paragraphs, but when I published it, the paragraphs just bunched up into one!
If I could talk to someone for a day, who is in history...
All the time, I hear about my grandfather, how he was dearly loved, courageous, funny, and always smiling. Sadly, I don’t have much of a memory of him, because he deceased after a nap that had turned out to be a hard attack. I don’t remember enough to picture a character of an elderly man, or a solid memory about him to make me ‘know him’. If I had the chance to talk to anyone, I would pick my grandfather. He lived through World War Two, and lived a different life from our modern society. I would be curious to learn about more informative stories about the early nineteen hundreds. I could recall bits and pieces of how he would be loose on rules for me, letting me stomp around the house, and jumping up and down on his bed, flicking his large over hanging lamp on and off. This would usually be against the rules in my family’s house, but when my ‘Deda’ (grandfather in Serbian) arrived with my grandmother, the rules disappeared as soon as my parents left from my attention. Apparently, my Deda had been in the Second World War, being a chef in the army. But he hadn’t stayed in the Serbian force for long, before he got sent away because of his ‘flat feet’. He was intelligent in a way that he’d snuck himself out of the army without going against the laws, unlike his fellow spiritual brothers.
But also, my grandfather could’ve died in the First World War, because the attackers at the time were advancing towards their town, and my Deda’s grandfather wanted to take him. Instead, his mother refused to let him go with his grandfather. Apparently in the end, the cart that my Deda’s grandfather used to travel with had been stolen, and the bandits had left him behind, shot dead. I thought that nobody else in the world would fit as a better person to talk to for a day,than my Deda, in my opinion. I chose my grandfather, if I had the chance of talking to someone in history, because he died when I was only three, having only a few vivid memories and stories from my grandmother. All the stories that my grandmother retold me always beckoned me to want to figure out the missing information about my Deda’s harsh childhood.
Ever since I started making a family tree, I searched and asked anyone that might know some stories or names having to do with my family. I thought that the missing pieces could be answered by my grandfather, having my grandmother only knowing so much about his life, history, or family. There were stories about world war two that were so interesting, apparently my grandfather had been trained in the army forcefully, and then almost died in many circumstances. I also would want to see a question from my grandmother. She still cried every time we passed a grave yard, which made me sad. My grandfather had obviously been extremely important and dear to her, seeing that she cried every time anyone mentioned his name. If I could talk to my grandfather for a day, I would talk about his history, and life as a child. I would also ask him about my grandmother, and tell her about what he’d said. I really wanted to unravel the stories that everyone talked about, and I’d ask about the stories that my grandmother told me. I would also tell him about the family, after the years that he missed, deceasing at least nine years ago. Through the years, my other two brothers had been born, and my aunt and uncle had gotten married. Seeing him would be a little creepy, but I’d still try to seek information about his family ‘history’, so I could retell them. From all the stories that I’d heard, from all the people but the original story teller were interesting.
In the end, I would definitely pick my grandfather as a person to talk to for a day. He was quite memorable to some people, and he was very dear to many. I would ask him about stories of his family, to clarify the ones that my grandmother had retold me. Sadly, I’d never met him as an older child, so I could not possibly know much about him. If I could meet him in person, I could piece some new memories of my grandfather.
But also, my grandfather could’ve died in the First World War, because the attackers at the time were advancing towards their town, and my Deda’s grandfather wanted to take him. Instead, his mother refused to let him go with his grandfather. Apparently in the end, the cart that my Deda’s grandfather used to travel with had been stolen, and the bandits had left him behind, shot dead. I thought that nobody else in the world would fit as a better person to talk to for a day,than my Deda, in my opinion. I chose my grandfather, if I had the chance of talking to someone in history, because he died when I was only three, having only a few vivid memories and stories from my grandmother. All the stories that my grandmother retold me always beckoned me to want to figure out the missing information about my Deda’s harsh childhood.
Ever since I started making a family tree, I searched and asked anyone that might know some stories or names having to do with my family. I thought that the missing pieces could be answered by my grandfather, having my grandmother only knowing so much about his life, history, or family. There were stories about world war two that were so interesting, apparently my grandfather had been trained in the army forcefully, and then almost died in many circumstances. I also would want to see a question from my grandmother. She still cried every time we passed a grave yard, which made me sad. My grandfather had obviously been extremely important and dear to her, seeing that she cried every time anyone mentioned his name. If I could talk to my grandfather for a day, I would talk about his history, and life as a child. I would also ask him about my grandmother, and tell her about what he’d said. I really wanted to unravel the stories that everyone talked about, and I’d ask about the stories that my grandmother told me. I would also tell him about the family, after the years that he missed, deceasing at least nine years ago. Through the years, my other two brothers had been born, and my aunt and uncle had gotten married. Seeing him would be a little creepy, but I’d still try to seek information about his family ‘history’, so I could retell them. From all the stories that I’d heard, from all the people but the original story teller were interesting.
In the end, I would definitely pick my grandfather as a person to talk to for a day. He was quite memorable to some people, and he was very dear to many. I would ask him about stories of his family, to clarify the ones that my grandmother had retold me. Sadly, I’d never met him as an older child, so I could not possibly know much about him. If I could meet him in person, I could piece some new memories of my grandfather.
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