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With the chocolate entering the mouth, and the two-leggedness of humans, we have essentially gone from head to toe in observing differences between what is universal and what is human experience. Though observations of this scale can only be considered a survey of human perspective, it has provided an opportunity to see how the most subtle and banal aspects of life say the most about human beings collectively. And therefore, this can never be complete, since life is so full of such basic events that only require observation. This blog will never be complete, but do not be so quick to dismiss it as a failure -- after all, I'm only human.
Two Feet

OverClocked
Cartoon characters aside, this clock symbolizes yet another perspective that is only human: time. As everything moves through time, it is true that humans do not have control over what happens. However, only people have gone to the extent of measuring time, allowing for an evolution in efficiency.

Recycling "Trash"


The catagories "trash" and "recycle," however, are foreign to nature. There are no useless substances or materials; everything exists and cycles through nature. What may be left over of a hunted gazelle could nourish a flock of vultures. Even the feces of animals return to the land to support nearby plants. The mass that goes in equals the mass that comes out, acting as a constant flow of conservation of mass. Yet, humans seems to ignore this concept, acting on their will and sectioning the continuity of nature with catagories of their own. at the slightest hint of difficulty
"Chocolate won't let you down"



Leave! Where?


Epiphany
I was just folding my laundry in the evening and thinking about the creative project we were assigned. I really had no idea what to do for this project, since ideas don't come easily to me. I had just come back from working 9 hours in the lab, and there was still homework to do. I was stressed out. But everyone is stressed out. There are plenty of people I could name who have much more to do than I do. At the very least, I assumed that others have, at some point, felt more stress than I felt then.
Is that really true though? Could I really say that every single being could relate to what I was feeling? How would a dog feel about my being stressed? Maybe it doesn't matter? Intrigued at this sudden rush of thoughts, I quickly scribbled whatever ideas I could grasp from it. And so, this idea started (text in image):
"We assume that these things are universal but really they only exist in the realm of human existence. Do animals have epiphanies, as I have right now? It is such astrange unique feeling, and as most would agree, but the moment we bring apply it to something non-human, it makes no sense..."
So, from smoothing out the creases in my clothing, I began to smooth out what one could call a wrinkle in our daily perception. In a sense, this can be seen as evening the creases of the binder paper where I wrote my idea. However, I am not speaking of the two folds stretching across the page; instead, the wrinkles that I aim to fix reside in the words written on the page. What else did I miss How much of our sensation is really universal, and is everything we see, taste, smell, hear, and feel only human?
Is that really true though? Could I really say that every single being could relate to what I was feeling? How would a dog feel about my being stressed? Maybe it doesn't matter? Intrigued at this sudden rush of thoughts, I quickly scribbled whatever ideas I could grasp from it. And so, this idea started (text in image):
"We assume that these things are universal but really they only exist in the realm of human existence. Do animals have epiphanies, as I have right now? It is such a
So, from smoothing out the creases in my clothing, I began to smooth out what one could call a wrinkle in our daily perception. In a sense, this can be seen as evening the creases of the binder paper where I wrote my idea. However, I am not speaking of the two folds stretching across the page; instead, the wrinkles that I aim to fix reside in the words written on the page. What else did I miss How much of our sensation is really universal, and is everything we see, taste, smell, hear, and feel only human?
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