Sunday

  

I am hypocrite

The universe is expanding. All those little particles, and those great clusters of stars are constantly moving away from the origin. That's kind of how our beliefs are going.
We began as simpletons with our own little ideas that everyone more or less accepted. Fire is magic. The sun moves up and down. Waves are caused by giant sea monsters throwing the water around.

Then we start moving on to different ideas. We figure out that the fire is a form of energy, etc. Waves are caused by the magnetic field of the moon (you're free to correct me, I'm not looking into this), and the sun doesn't move, the Earth does.

We end up with people who are moving further and further away from each other. We get religious extremists, just those who are religious, those who don't give a shit, those who listen to scientific theories and wait for them to be proven, those who believe scientific theories the moment they are pronounced... there's a whole spectrum.
But I've met very few people who truly don't give a shit. We have people on both sides of the spectrum, but not many in the middle.
In other words, we have those who look for proof in mathematics and science, and then we have those who listen to imaginary people. No offence intended to anyone.

I stuck Jesus up there (capitalised only because it is a first name), not because I'm only talking about christians here, I mean everyone (except maybe buddhists, because like Alex said, they're not exactly a religion. It's more a set of values that a group of people believe in but that's a completely different area), now where was I?
I stuck Jesus up there because I'm a hypocrite.
Most of you know I'm a pretty strong atheist (atheist being: not believing in the existence of any deity, NOT "satanist" or "hater of those who are religious"). Yet at the moment I'm doing volunteer work at the Finnish Mariners Church... thing. Finsekerk, or Suomen Merimieskirkko.

I think it's quite funny.
I scrub floors and doors and window sills, and sweep porches for them for no pay.
Well, almost. I don't think of it as the church, but more as the Finn-House which is the part where they sell all sort of Finnish things.

But I do need my CAS hours. So like a true atheist, I'm only using them anyway.
Though I have to say, everyone there is really, very nice. If it wasn't a religious organisation I could almost say I really like it there.
Kind of makes me understand the appeal in churches, and other such places.

I'm going to leave you at that.
You don't give a shit anyway.

Playing ketchup

This house

There's not mirrors in this house. She can't bear to see her own face. There's no scales, no glass and no shiny surfaces, for any reflection of any kind might give her the sense she's actually human. If she were to see herself, she might have some sort of self worth. It's all fine though, since there are no reflective surfaces in this house.

There's no keys in this house. He can't bear to breathe the pure outside air. There are no windows, just walls. If he had the chance to see, hear, feel or breathe what's outside, he might get the sense that there's actual freedom. If he were to yearn for freedom, he might have some sort of self worth. It's all fine though, since there are no keys or windows in this house.

There's no food in this house. They can't bear to eat anything. There are no cupboards full of cans, and no refrigerator with milk, for they might get the feeling they were once alive. If they were to know they were alive, they might feel like they have purpose, they might have some sort of self worth. It's all fine though, since there is no food in this house.

There are no people in this house. You can't bear to see anyone. There are no mothers or father, sons or daughters, no sisters or brothers. If you would ever see any trace of family, you might feel like you're worth something. You might have some sort of self worth. It's all fine though, since you're all alone, for there are no people in this house.

There is no meaning in this house. I couldn't bear the idea of meaning. There is no knowledge, no care, no love in this house. If I were to ever get the sense of meaning, I might have some sort of self worth. It's all fine though, since there is no purpose and no meaning in this house.

DIY: Sequined Pumps

1. Buy some cheap black pumps (I got mine from Dinsko, I think they were like 9e)
2. Buy some sequins, mine are a very light shade of pink because I cut them out of a shirt I had. I think black, grey or white can also work here.
3. Get a glue gun! Or some sort of leather/etc glue that sticks
4. Stick them sequins all over that shit!

I only have a picture of my almost final ones, I still had to pick out all the random threads of glue hanging around.

I did mine in a sort of polka-dot fashion because I was going to run out of sequins. They also don't go around the whole shoe, just a little on the sides and front.
However, covering the whole shoe in sequins would also be quite cute, although I imagine it would take a while.
TIME: 30min-3hours depending on how much you do.