Food For Thought

Cohesion/Adhesion:  The Changing World
By; Anja-Rysial Laffrenier
August 16, 2008


Cohesion between two very different souls can be described as the electric current that flows through the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes.  A twinkle in the eye becomes a spark of electricity:  The scientific experiment of man and woman; of humanity.  The two so different, meant to confuse the world together, to throw off control and order with theories of evolution and revolution. Yet, questions are endlessly left unanswered.  Philosophic thought believed that love was enough for humanity in this ever-changing world while Musicians believed that “all you need is love,” but how do you know, when do you know, and if you know, why do you fight it?  Why does the world turn on its axel, why is their a sun, continents, borders, separations, segregations, black and white?  Where is the common gray area, the in between to our unforeseen?  Why must we create two halves of everything, why must we push other away and pull others closer?  We are constantly undergoing adhesion, with devotion and linkages that we consistently push away from the unity and fall away from ourselves.  We devote our time and energy to media, the new vision of society, yet we forget about ourselves living in this fantastical bubble we tend to call reality.  Behind every screen, an actor is but a human being acting on the stage of life.  Each of us live by seeing, forgetting about others, and misrepresenting the world with invisible beliefs: global warming, world hunger, and devastation!  Where do we stand, how can one individual make a difference, how can we place the world in a single persons hands?  We all possess the hands and feet of a greater purpose.  Cohesion and adhesion, love and life, realities and thoughts amalgamate and become a cyclical journey, making a complete rotation as the world turns on its axel.  Society turns a blind eye and falls head over heals, fingers over toes, in their crystallized beliefs. Planets align, stars shine, and meteors fall; yet we are tiny specs in the world.  Humanity is but a morsel, with one handshake or one smile we befriend strangers, who act in their own bubbles.  Sometimes we scrape our knees or get our hands dirty, but the world keeps going around, people still starve, children still cry.  Humanity is but an experiment of revolution and evolution.  We are all but actors in the world, questioners who await an answer.  Believers yet unbelieving, lost, misplaced, misused products of mass media and production.  With every dollar spent on televisions, radios, cds, another child loses their life to poverty.  Open your eyes, love the unloved, and form bonds, because with one gesture we can change the ever-changing world, one step at a time.   



A Spoonful of Distasteful Taste:
a philosophical thought on life by Anja-Rysial Laffrenier
September 10th 2008

We as humans are continuously changing, altering who we are and what we will become
The world becomes our parchment and we begin to write our own history.
Word by word, phrase by phrase, every single stroke adds another detail to us\
Our identities are shaped and reshaped as we put on a new lens depending on a new situation
and how history can be seen through a lens or scope, and described by individuality.
Rather than living in individuality we conform to the standards and lose a sense of who we are.
We get misplaced beneath our roles, our work, our stories are edited, copied and pasted,
over and over again until we embrace who we are and where we come from,
We are divided between who we were as children, naivety our best friend and our adulthood,
where everyday brings us closer to the end. We only have years before we end up like those before us,
We as humans, need change, we crave change, for the everyday becomes banal and we become livid with
our boring lives that we need excitement, we take advantage of materialism and become consumed by our own consummation. We are trapped beneath a lens, caught between the pages of a book, and framed by the stone that lays above us as we lay 7 feet beneath it. The happiness of life does not dwell in life itself, but in the life to come.