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The boss of the universe

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Category: Blog
By Stuart Mathews
Stuart Mathews
19.Mar
19 March 2012
Last Updated: 30 October 2015
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I had a rather interesting thought present itself to me while I was standing in the tube today.

Recently a footballer on TV collapsed on the pitch due to heart problems and was rushed to hospital in a critical condition and has thus remained in one for the past couple of days. As I was standing in the tube, I glanced at a news headline which a seated passenger had, and on the back of the newspaper, the picture where in a companionate rather fitting display, a footballer semi-reveals his underlying shirt while partially removing his team shirt to show a hidden message printed beneath it. What was on the shirt was a plea that we pray for the injured player. A righteous and companionate pleas and one tends to reflect the compassion and heartfelt emotion that accompanies it.

Now, to shift aside the emotional goodness and well intend of this gesture, I pause to realise a few interesting things. The injured mans state is dire, it's happened and is real. The outcome will be real and it will be practical. Prayer doesn't seem to me to be a practical assessment or remediation of the mans condition, nor does it affect the outcome. Why do we feel that a concept like prayer is a practical was to assess and interpret this situation. Prayer is theory, invisible and a concept I think man along with other invisible concepts creates in his mind to substitute for what is unknown. But this substitution seems so right, I feel compassion towards the situation but also I cannot justify a practical reason for it, it has no place in physical reasoning and outcome in reality. That said, it must have a place for we identify with it, associate with it and feel it. It's not to be dismissed. But why is it there and why do we pay so much attention to it? It may appeal to human nature which is largely emotional and this defines a large part of who we are as a race. We love, nurture, hate and care: all emotional. So it seems to me that we invent compassion, give faith in emotional things and things that are like emotions : things that are invisible, that we feel such as prayer. Emotions I understand, prayer doesn't seem fitting as its no an emotion is like an emotion and I feel we deceive ourselves by giving lasting value to this pseudo-emotion in a way we give our other felt emotions.

And it makes me wonder what else humans have done in this way to build up an impression of themselves and the world around them. It Also seems to me that we are inventors, not only of material shapes and construction but of our own world, or perception of it - this I think no one being has done.

How much of everything that we know are of us? Is the meaning of life a scripture set in stone my a all supreme being, or is it a concept that man will make?

Interesting to consider how much power man perhaps has always had, and how we are defining the world around us, perhaps not only physically but how we as a species react to emotional circumstances and how these seemingly invisible qualities can lead us to thinking they can impact on real life events like death and recovery. I cannot for sure that it is wrong or right only that the unknown is peculiar and the peculiar is often the unknown.

Who is the boss in the universe?

Why can't you be nicer to me?

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Category: Blog
By Stuart Mathews
Stuart Mathews
18.Mar
18 March 2012
Last Updated: 30 October 2015
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To carry on a 2 week trend, I've titled my post to match the title of the song I was listening to whilst writing it. Today it was The White Stripes, why can't you be nicer to me?


I was in Ashford today. I looked up and around I was running through country roads, blue sky above, winding through green fields and green meadows. In my periphery I am accompanied by my two friends - we're running a race. We're not aiming for any specific time or anything, just running. It's funny but it's things like this, scenes from your life that stick out the most for me - not the start, the finish, the medals but the middle where no one is aware of everyone else, only the singularity of the strain and fatigue that one struggles through. I glance to my side and I notice the calm neutrality of the expressions accompanying me. Its not alway like this, when it get tougher, the expressions get tougher but for now, the smell of wet mud, moist dew covered leaves and sunlight are fitting and almost mirror these neutral, calm friendly faces among me. Life's like this, I guess.

I went to the driving range yesterday, Driving balls down the range has always been therapeutic to me. Ever since I visited the Isle of man, I've made it almost a ritual to find the nearest range and spend an afternoon or evening there, when I have a bit of time, and traveling some place new.

I got back to London and I fell asleep.

In all honestly, I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. I dunno why. I guess, it's all this training of week after week running with just this run in mind. I've been training consistently for 5 weeks now. It wasn't difficult, I don't care about how quickly I can run say each kilometre but I suppose maybe it should, but then again doesn't really matter. A strange quirk in my nature is thinking that my attitude to small things in my life are a reflection of the bigger things. While this might make sense, it doesn't and this is why: If I'm running and I get a stitch, physically this is because I'm not regulating my oxygen intake in my stride while I run and stopping to regulate this is a good idea but I tend to transcend this or draw parallel to pulling through a tough time in life or something way much more important in life than just having a cramp and if I stop it's the equivalent of giving up in that tough time...something I don't want. it's pretty counter productive and unreasonable. It's not practical to compare simple things with complex difficult things. or is it? The underlying reality and principles are they same. But I guess, it's saying running is running, whether it's running to school or a marathon - which it isn't and is hugely unreasonable comparison. But, I can't help it sometimes(I'm sure I can) but I let myself to tend to do this.

Wierd. I know.


Write, let's do it?

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By Stuart Mathews
Stuart Mathews
13.Mar
13 March 2012
Last Updated: 30 October 2015
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Started loosing sight of all sanity while reading ZAM in the bath last night. I'm hoping or at least expecting something to make sense in my subconscious somewhere along the line - the few loose thoughts that I absorb in my head seem to be so disparate, especially when the book goes into deep detail about Quality, the construction of thought and the identification of facts and harmony. I guess, it'll make sense the more I think about it, it's kinda like seeing the source code makes most things clear, although sometimes not.
I want to write. I don't know what to write. I guess, I should start gently, in small, manageable amounts but with a purpose and structure, unlike these blog posts for example. Short stories seem the natural start, or poetry but that may be too short. But the nice thing about poetry is that it can be short but potent with emotion. The balance is to well, balance story, emotion do that its not en effort to pay attention. I can't read or watch a hugely emotional or dramatic scene without getting somewhat uncomfortable or even bored.
It's funny, as I walk through the day, I pick up, determine and choose, what feels like suitable names for Chapters of a book that I've yet to write. Something's just sound like Titles like, "Having dinner in the dark" which suggests something deeper in meaning but which isn't initially apparent. I think my best book would be a short story or a long poem. One where I can damage the reader's perception of the world and heal,embellish and protect it. Emotions is that weapon, tool, trophy I'm talking about.
Had another good run last night, about 8km. Sometimes I wonder why I never ran at night before and now that the light is making its appearance through the sky, I guess, It'll stop becoming as regular as it becomes apparent that one can go out in the evening and enjoy the sunshine over drinks.
Haven't turned in the TV on for two days now, which is an indication of my commitment to my iPad and reading which makes me feel really good. Still haven't decided about bungie jumping and to be quite honest, the lack of decision could be telling... really close to buying a new rucksack but I don't need one and that's terrible, I like rucksacks. I think I might come back as an explorer and buy a rucksack each expedition(wouldn't it be great if we came back! What a cool thought!)
Had a roll and veg last night for dinner last night, had Chicken and mushroom pie with brown rice and peas for lunch, had a croissant and fruit juice for breakfast. That's ok, right? It's a real putty I woke up so many times last night and I have a bit if residual tiredness on me but I'm hoping to shake that off - pretty much like a dig does when it's wet, only I might cause attention if I do it physically...so I'll do it mentally.
Yesterday was a pretty successful day in terms of work. I'm thinking to continue with this, I may book myself out a meeting room and see how far I get...done it before was ok.

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