I find I enjoy discovering other people’s ethos, logos, and pathos, Which I would describe as an ineffable series of lenses through which we view the world around us, but we can always pick out a few lenses that we know we have. I offer some stories from my life, completely antiseptically, that have shaped my major lenses.
I grew up in northeastern Tennessee, in the good ole Appalachian. I was the second child and son of two college graduates, who for, as long as I can remember, shared no great passion of one another. For my entire first 10 years, that would be the only thing I could complain about and perhaps suggest that, if forced to deal in absolutes, one might benefit from walking in on parents copulating, rather than live in home with no PDA at all, or any discernible love beyond mutual cooperation for the household.
On the first week of 6th grade, my group of friends tried to convert me. Looking back, they had likely just came back from an, after fifth grade summer camp, where they had ramped up the rhetoric, and I haven’t held ill will for them in many years. The jarring thought of there, literately being a boundless eternal torture chamber for anyone who didn’t meet a criteria that included, being born within the geographical region of the proper religion, was amplified by the fact that, to my retrospective befuddlement, I had completely avoided ever thinking about, or being exposed to any religious ideas, until this point.
I had no idea what my parents believed so i didn’t feel able to talk to them. So within a week of the first discussion, I had stumbled up the original cosmos. More than 3 decades after its airing, and more than a decade after Carl Sagan’s death, this work of science and art gave an 11 year old the ability to think of earth, as the pale blue dot, and so many other wondrous concepts. From that point on I hung out with the same group because I thought everyone in my region held these beliefs, but I was no longer really swimming with the fishes. I was an analytical outlier, a semi self contained submarine.
Upon losing the ability to have depth in my personal connections, I inevitably drifted towards concepts of wider oneness. Such as “for whom the bell tolls” and other contemporary concepts of the topic.
When I was 15 my family learned that my father had ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease. We didn’t have any grand emotional connection as a family, before we lost him 4 days after my 16th birthday. Upon ruminating on the lack of research and resources dedicated to niche diseases and my understanding and belief of oneness, though I did not realize it at the time, I set out to discover or create a “theory of everything” for altruism if you will. To create a system, which would allow for the use of funds to research and cure these diseases even in an utilitarian moral view.
The only way to accomplish this would be to eliminate all suffering that could be remedied cheaper, a huge order yes, but what the human mind can imagine, it can achieve. I contend that my conceptual proposal should be vigorously attacked, examined, and or, re imagined, to further pursue this goal. I seek a group to bat this idea around with, and experts who can attest to specific x values for all the necessary variables of a case study proposal.
I find I enjoy discovering other people’s ethos, logos, and pathos, Which I would describe as an ineffable series of lenses through which we view the world around us, but we can always pick out a few lenses that we know we have. I offer some stories from my life, completely antiseptically, that have shaped my major lenses.
I grew up in northeastern Tennessee, in the good ole Appalachian. I was the second child and son of two college graduates, who for, as long as I can remember, shared no great passion of one another. For my entire first 10 years, that would be the only thing I could complain about and perhaps suggest that, if forced to deal in absolutes, one might benefit from walking in on parents copulating, rather than live in home with no PDA at all, or any discernible love beyond mutual cooperation for the household.
On the first week of 6th grade, my group of friends tried to convert me. Looking back, they had likely just came back from an, after fifth grade summer camp, where they had ramped up the rhetoric, and I haven’t held ill will for them in many years. The jarring thought of there, literately being a boundless eternal torture chamber for anyone who didn’t meet a criteria that included, being born within the geographical region of the proper religion, was amplified by the fact that, to my retrospective befuddlement, I had completely avoided ever thinking about, or being exposed to any religious ideas, until this point.
I had no idea what my parents believed so i didn’t feel able to talk to them. So within a week of the first discussion, I had stumbled up the original cosmos. More than 3 decades after its airing, and more than a decade after Carl Sagan’s death, this work of science and art gave an 11 year old the ability to think of earth, as the pale blue dot, and so many other wondrous concepts. From that point on I hung out with the same group because I thought everyone in my region held these beliefs, but I was no longer really swimming with the fishes. I was an analytical outlier, a semi self contained submarine.
Upon losing the ability to have depth in my personal connections, I inevitably drifted towards concepts of wider oneness. Such as “for whom the bell tolls” and other contemporary concepts of the topic.
When I was 15 my family learned that my father had ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease. We didn’t have any grand emotional connection as a family, before we lost him 4 days after my 16th birthday. Upon ruminating on the lack of research and resources dedicated to niche diseases and my understanding and belief of oneness, though I did not realize it at the time, I set out to discover or create a “theory of everything” for altruism if you will. To create a system, which would allow for the use of funds to research and cure these diseases even in an utilitarian moral view.
The only way to accomplish this would be to eliminate all suffering that could be remedied cheaper, a huge order yes, but what the human mind can imagine, it can achieve. I contend that my conceptual proposal should be vigorously attacked, examined, and or, re imagined, to further pursue this goal. I seek a group to bat this idea around with, and experts who can attest to specific x values for all the necessary variables of a case study proposal.
Thank you, for your time and thoughts.
Griffin Winkle