Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Huntergathererblogger begins

Many of you have asked the same questions in many different languages. Many of you found reasonable answers , many of you have given up after meeting love , religion and/or money which is the biggest invention , or even found all in the same life , constantly , had a business not to think of life.
Questioning the life, so human and in many cases it is definitely innocent. "What are we? Who are we?
Why?". Being extremely curious about past, about future, celebrities life , and searching for curiosity.

I want to think and force myself to find some answers to my lovely unanswered ideas. What do we consume,
who do we consume , why do we consume?

Knowing the history , knowing the feelings , behaving like all the other people do. People are working to be able to consume or trying to be born or be regenerated in a socially secured country. Maslov's Hierarchy of needs will give us satisfying answers and examples , but did he really frame our needs in right place? Has he given us many other questions rather than answering them?

I do not know any other living thing which can imitate , digest the idea in itself , improve better than
human beings. We are born and start imitating. Imitate everything without asking why. Does it make us better learner? One of the fateful image on my mind is the movie '2001 Space Odyssey'. In a primitive group one member who has the first examples of ego , discovers his hands' abilities. Using a thing to be stronger than other groups and/or even members. Now in this world , we still can see the simple samples of these life forms ,who are treated gently and produced just for this civilisation by the government. We are produced to consume. We are 7 bilions of children who are produced to be useful on a purpose , sometimes for five minutes to be used by your boss , sometimes just to make someone jealous , to feel as a member of a civilised or non-civilised group. We ,the human beings are in the biggest farm of the world. City Farms!

Let me explain these City Farms! Mainly include people skilled in different abilities. In some farms you learn what they teach , in some farms you think you learn what your dream is, freely. We are born with all desires and greeds with previous experiences , like our parents' dreams. We start being grown until a certain level
with a limited link with nature. It can be described like city nature. Unfortunatelly we can not decide where to be born. We open our eyes and start 'living' in a wonderland while we are dreaming of neverland. First we learn basic manners(sounds nicer than rules) , how to behave in social places. We learn what is good and bad. We have teachers who really think they love us and first teachers are parents. After you reach a certain level , rulers think parents are not capable enough or trustworthy to shape the member of the civilisation and
you begin to be 'city'lised. You get many choices until you are at age 20s and there will be some other breaking points until you are retired around 60s. You become addicted to City which has all anesthetic and/or anodyne goods. Living and nonliving things surround you and you give meanings , feelings , names to things and you just know one important rule. You have to belong to somewhere , someone and something.
There is a critical question for me now. 'What does nature mean?' Have we got biological differences compare to poor African citizens? Have we got better or bigger stomach?

I know I have not written anything scientific or literary and no answers at all! Was it better few centuries ago? Having absolutelly no idea about other "worlds". Being less. Producing less. Eating less. The argument can be the freedom with actual meaning. Are we free? Are we free to buy? to die...? or to lie?

How do we consider to consume our lives? Should I start with stopping questioning? I am a beginner in blogs. Please show some mercy to yourself.

2 comments:

  1. selamlar panpa,

    eline sağlık başarılarının devamını diliyorum.. iyi bir yazıdır sanırım. sanırım dedim kusura bakma, hepsini okuyamazdım. sadece ilk paragrafı okudum. ee panpa için çiğ tavuk da yenir yeri geldiğinde...

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