What about… #29 

Today’s post isn’t really about books, but I have to start by speaking about one that I’ve just finished. The latest novel by Dan Brown; Origin.

I have to say that I was a little disappointed. The book’s topic (about which I’ll speak further) isn’t the problem but having read all of his novels, I find this one a remake of Inferno or The Da Vinci Code or even The Lost Symbol. Robert Langdon; which is the main Charater of most of Brown’s stories, fleeing a danger with a women to try to resolve an enigma.

Usually there is something innovative which makes every book a new story, such as in “Inferno” Robert Langdon, lost his memory and was shot. In “The Da Vinci Code” everything was unexpected. In “The Lost Symbol” Robert Langdon was unexpectedly called to a meeting place to find just a severed hand waiting for him. But this one looks like a bit of every past books, Robert Langdon is in the same kind of trouble he was in every other book! Nothing unexpected.

What I DID like about this book is that it speaks a lot about art, history and science.

Now the main topic of this book is the Origin of men and its future. An atheist scientist called Kirsch made a phenomenal dicovery which cost him his life before he can share it with the world. Robert Langdon and a woman called Vidal must do the impossible to broadcast the discovery even though they are threatened to be killed by someone who wishes to stop them spreading the news, that the creation can exist without a God.

Kirsch as a believer in the Darwinian theory (but not entirely satisfied as Darwin didn’t explain how life arrived on earth in the first place) made his own reasearch.

The idea is that Life can create itself with the right ingredients and conditions; it’s a paradox when we’re aware that the univese is a world of Entropy or should we say Chaos. Let me give you some details:

We build a castle of sand by the sea, when a wave hits the castle it disorganize the sand castle into scattered grains: no more castle.

Things are irreversible, when you put a hot mug of coffee on the table, it gets cold. The coffee never magically reheat itself.

Entropy is just a fancy way of saying that things fall apart. An organized system, inevitably deteriorates. Sand castles never spontaneously appear in the universe, they only disappear.

So Kirsch enhanced a technique used in 1953 by two scientists Muller & Urey who tried to recreate the Primordial Soup, trying to create life within a flask of non living chemicals.

Chemists after them tried repeatedly using different combination of ingredients, different heath patterns but nothing worked.

But what is a Premordial Soup? After duplicating the chemicals that existed in the early oceans and atmosphere – water, methane, ammonia, and hydrogen – Muller and Urey heated all of this to simulate the boiling seas. Then they shocked it with electric charges to mimic lightning and they finally let the mixture cool just as the planet’s oceans had cooled. Of course that didn’t work. So in addition to this, Kirsch added electromagnetism to a 64 year old flask belonging to Muller and Urey and that’s it; he created Primitive organism.

According to him the Premordial Soup needed electromagnetism to put chaos in order, to create life. Therefore, if life simply happened as an inevitable by product of the laws of nature we have to conclude that because life spontaneously appeared here on earth, it almost certainly did the same thing elsewhere in the cosmos. Meaning man is not unique and man is not alone in the universe.

My first reaction was the same as Robert’s in the book: if the laws of nature can actually create life, then who created the laws?

We don’t need life to happen by product of the laws to believe that other lives exists in the cosmos. Who didn’t wonder what’s up there, gazing at the night’s sky?

Those billions of stars and what’s in between, hold such mysteries that we’re unable to provide all the answers needed to cease to be amazed at what we look at. The sky (universe) is an unfriendly place for any earthly living creature, and the “luck” as some atheists would say, has put us in the perfect planet that sustains life in all sense. But of course among the multitude of different stars, it is unthinkable that we’re the only living beings in such a vast creation. What’s out there is so far that we’re not (yet) able to reach out for them. After all…. after seeing all those Alien movies saying that they are monsters wanting to destroy us in any possible way….. I’m not sure that they are so far from us for no reason. In reality, I believe that we have our own issues here, for land, for beliefs, for ethnicity… can you imagine if we had Aliens as well to negotiate with? We’re not mature enough to handle something smarter, stronger and maybe taller than us. We’re still savages fighting among ourselves, what’s out there are other creations either more peaceful or more rebellious and either of these, we’re no match for it.

Some people don’t believe in extraterrestrial life, why not?

The universe is big enough for all of us, and surely what is beyond our knowledge is far more real and powerful than what we’re aware of. We don’t need to go into other galaxies to search for life, our own has 200 to 400 billion of stars. Can you put a percentage on how many of these are such as ours? Let’s say 1%, that gives us 2-4 billion of possibilities where a developed form of life exists.

Next time you look at the skies, be sure that somewhere out there, another form of life is gazing at the same stars you’re looking at. We’re not alone, we share the same universe, the same questions, the same Creator.

If I were interested in the origin of men, among all the books available I would read this one, which is very interesting and surprising.

What about… #18

Why do I bother blogging?

Have you ever felt that you’re lost in a world of 7 billion people? Have you ever had the feeling that you’ll die some day and your existence will be forgotten by the humanity? Who cares about your thoughts, your beliefs, your memories? Not many. I believe that each voice is a mind, a soul. Better it to be good or peaceful, but a voice is a person’s feeling and belief; it counts.

We’re in a selfish world were the “I” dominates the “We” or the “They”. We use the terme “We” when we’re defending a cause which goes along with our thoughts. And we use “They” when we refere an action to someone else who doesn’t affect us in any way. So I’ll skip the “We” and I’ll speak on my name from now on.

Sometimes I feel disconnected from the world, and the only thing that binds me to it, is the sharing of ideas with others. I happen to ask myself what I’m doing here, nobody cares about what I think or what I feel. It’s in those moments that I feel the urge to write whatever crosses my mind, it keeps me distracted from my daily routine and loneliness that brings me down sometimes. But I know that it’s normal, we are all a little alike. The world is too wide, it possess 7 billion  opinions and ideas. I am just a soul among others who have passed away and didn’t leave any trace of their existence. So that’s why I share some of my thoughts with the world, to feel that I’m a voice as well, and I can make myself heard if I want to. Some would say that I’m losing my time for nothing and I could have done something useful instead. Perhaps. But at least I know that I’m part of a community who loves to write as I do, and that gives me a sense of belonging.

Peace.

My hometown

Today you’ll be introduced to the only town I’ve ever lived for more than a few days. I spent my 6th year here. The year I went to school. The year I lived as any other child. The year I’ve made some memorable memories.
Back then, we lived in two different places. The first one was maybe a mile or two from Figueira da Foz, in a neighbourhood called Buarcos. We had a small appartment on a 4th floor. That’s when I started going to school which was in that neighbourhood. It was a small class, maybe 20 or 30 children. Every row was for a different grade. And one teacher. An old lady who was replaced occasionally when she was sick. She was called Donna Emilia. A few months later mom and dad found another appartment which was here in Figueira, it was a big one, much brighter too and was on the 9th floor of a bigger building. Unfortunately you won’t be seeing the building neither Buarcos as I didn’t have enough time to go there. But you’ll be seeing the main town where we came to pick up the post or to the market.

The market place you’ll see at the end of the video is where mom and I came every week as there weren’t any supermarkets at the time. Outside there were widows selling roasted chestnuts. There were times mom bought some. They were hot and yummy. And then we headed home.
Yeah…. it was long ago….

That one is my neighborhood, too far for me to go there now.

According to the legend the place’s name is due to a fig tree, which stood at the quay of Salmanha, where the fishermen used to tie up their boats. The historian Nelson Borges said, however, that Figueira comes from the word “fagaria”, which means “opening, huge mouth”. Foz comes from the Latin word “fouces” = “mouth of a river”, and Mondego comes from the pre-romanic expressions “mond” = “mouth” and “aec”= “river”. That means, Figueira da Foz would be “the river’s mouth opening”. Some historical traces show that people were settling in this region since the Neolithic age. The oldest known document, however, dates from the year 1096.

Knowing the great importance rivers had in the development of cities and of ancient civilizations, the mouth of the Mondego must have played a central role for the fixation of men in this region and for the formation of settlements, which were the beginning of the city of Figueira da Foz.

It had a huge development during the 18th and 19th centuries due to the immense port movements and the expansion of the shipbuilding and cod drying industry, supplying the city with new communication routes, housing and other facilities. It was elevated to vila (small town) on 12 March 1771 and turned city (cidade) on 20 September 1882. Discovered as a sea resort by the end of the 19th century, it gained great reputation in the 1920s and 1930s. The city had the Portuguese nickname of Rainha das Praias (Queen of the Beaches).

The municipality has some noted landmarks like the Sotto Mayor Palace, the old fishing village of Buarcos, the Serra da Boa Viagem – a small forested mountain by the Atlantic Ocean, and a long beach!

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Poetry #164

Sweet is your name
That fills my heart
A light that surrounds me tenderly
Making my heart beat faster
The thoughts of you gives me strengh
When all lights are out
You’re the rain that washes away my fears
When despair burns my mind
For you I’d give my life
Just to spend some time with you
How can’t I fall in love
After reading your words
Your words are truth
Please bring me closer
I need you my love
I’m yours
My beloved