Irreconcilability

SERIOUS CONFLICTS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SET ABLAZE by having an idea irreconcilable with another, even though there is a correct answer or one has patchy knowledge of the subject. I'm saying this because it has no doubt stirred up trouble in my life. I've seen many paradigms but no conclusions. Formidable though the problem is, I would like to share my experience as well as crack the problem.

In the Space Academy in America, not only did I have a lot of fun, all the spacecrafts, equipment, events and American cafeterias, etc, were incredible, but my life experience was irreconcilable with the people I met. After a handsome triumph in a game of structuring two-stage rockets, by using two balloons, a string, a rubber band, some paper clips and tape relying on the three laws of motion, I was given a nickname of “Big Boss.” However, I was not so lucky on the next game, I messed up my relationship with my team. Perhaps I acted too conceited as though everybody was wrong, even though I might have been the only wrong person. Or perhaps, if I may be so bold as to criticize, some of them designated themselves as elites living in an intellectual capital, having discrimination against my hometown, as if is was a rural backwater with only one life – me.

This game was mainly about how to keep things from burning out in an extremely high temperature, resembling the time when shuttles rush into the atmosphere. We took a small, square copper cube stuck on the bottom of an iron pen with glue, and used some wire netting and steel wires to shield if from the flame projector. We all knew there are three ways heat is transported, convection, conduction and radiation. So the more distance between the iron pen and projector, the less heat the iron would get. It's like common sense. Nevertheless, my friends set an opposing opinion, he covered the iron pen all around instead of keeping a distance with wires. And undoubtedly, there began an irreconcilable conflict.

The problem was a dilemma: you could choose the wrong solution and fail the competition in order to keep a good relationship, or else argue with them, but you might beat him in a fiasco after finally he figured the truth out. If there appears to be an answer, I will still remain unconvinced because it was an unsolvable mystery.

Immortal Imaginarium

        What would you pay for immortality? What if the devil made a bet with you and your triumph has yielded its reward of immortality? It might have been mesmerizing had you been given an opportunity to live beyond the restraints of time. You would go through many eras, encountering Caesar and Alexander, listening to Beethoven fingering or maybe receiving Von Gogh's paintings.

        After 14,000 years from the time of being a cave man, everyone and everything you counted important have vanished one after another. You would find the loneliness was unendurable as in the memorable line from Socrates, “The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways – I to die, and you to live. Which to the better fate is known only to God.”

        Because your body still aged despite your inability to die, you might make a deal with the devil once again for youth in order to become acquainted with the woman you fell in love with. In exchange, any child you have would belong to the devil when they were sixteen. Sounds like a satisfactory, fair deal, doesn't it? However, things in the world don't take exactly the permutations we have anticipated, like Romeo couldn't possibly have expected the fact that Juliet was in suspended animation at Wright's grave. When your own daughter has grown and steadily became a well bred lady with perfect symmetry, you'll regret what you've done. When people give a standing ovation to your daughter's beauty, I doubt not that the contract would be torn. Maybe another deal is necessity. The devil might said “Let's start a new bet, whoever gets five human souls first wins your daughter.”

        Catching one soul, then the second, the third and the fourth soul, the devil would stop you from getting the fifth. As the bet continued, the fact of your secret wouldn't stand long. Your daughter might have a mental breakdown, and be the fifth soul accidently. Like I mentioned before, things in the world don't take exactly the permutations we have anticipated. Your wife has gone and your daughter has gone. After all, they were just some pathetic bets.
        I have heard a story. An egg farmer told his grandchild to “candle eggs” to assure there weren't any cracks or imperfections, and to put the bad ones in the bakery bucket. The farmer came back after an hour, and discovered there were three hundred eggs in the bakery bucket and asked, “What the hell are you doing?” “I found flaws in every single one of them. The thickness of the shells or hair-line cracks.” If you look closely, you'll find everything has a weak spot where it could break sooner or later. The devil just found you're a gambler. And I'm afraid that my enemies will find out I'm a winner, no matter what the situation is, whatever happens.

        In infinite time, the devil is an immortal banker, and a banker needs a gambler who has bets to play together until the end of time. Luckily I am not immortal. I do not fear the end of the world because it won't happen in this generation, and I do not need to fear the cases above. All I need to fear is what happens next.

A Joke

      I heard a joke once, a parody of society's true face.

A Man goes to a doctor, says he's depressed, life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. The Doctor says treatment is simple, “The great clown Pagliacci is in town. Go see him, that should pick you.” The Man bursts into tears. “But doctor,” he says, “I am Pagliacci.”

      A good joke that makes everybody laugh. But when the snare drums roll on, curtaining, we are still not sensible of its horrible meanings – we are the clown laughing on the stage. Yet deep in our mind we are filled with frustration, depression, stinginess and viciousness. Humans are savage in nature, even if you don't know who you are. No matter how much you try to dress it up, or to disguise it, it'll loom steadily in the course of time. 

      While I was watching the news three hours ago, the police claimed to have arrested murderers, six able bodied, nice-looking men. (They seem to be Thai or Fillipino.) They killed about sixty one fat people, extracting their fat in exchange for money, one body for four hundred thousand NT dollars. (Maybe they used it to make cosmetics.) I don't know whether they are doing this for money or for fun. What a horror.

      When a thing is created, there must be an intention. But I see no reason the world goes like this. Perhaps the world was an accident. Perhaps nothing is created, like a clock without a craftsman. When we finally awake, it's too late.

Always has been, always will be, too late.

I can still recall, that day in winter.

      It's just a matter of time before I can forget her and my regret over not being intrepid to talk to her, she

black half-moon earrings are shining underneath her long, extraordinarily smooth black hair, much darker than obsidian

who with perfect symmetry in her form now only remains in my reverie. While I've been occupied in writing this article, time will definitely be unable to destroy my beautiful memories. I've sometimes heard that “it is better to know as little as possible of defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life,” but this feeling will never happen to us. But I doubt not that even if I never meet her again, I will not stop searching for her. Though I certainly am not acquainted with her and have yet to encountered her once again, I still keep on falling in love with her as well as still recalling our winter day.

The place where this story became a full-fledged catastrophe is in Djakarta, the capital of Indonesia, in the winter of 2007. It was the end of our trip to that amazing country, the bright blue sky made my eyes sparkle, that tied our fates together. I was in the plaza enjoying the charming air, which consisted Louis Vuitton, Chanel and Guggi fragrances, with my sister who forced me to accompany her to go window shopping. Finally, because of the increasing ache in my legs, I requested to have a brief pause in the nearest store, Mickey Mouse House. While I was directing my steps towards the house, two worlds collided. I met her. I was thirteen and so apparently was she.

 I dare say she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld, and I can not conceive an angel more beautiful. 

Once she appeared in my sight, all the ladies I've seen since I was born lost their relative beauty by a wide margin. But I was just too stupid then.

Playing with Rubik's Cubes is fantastic and cool in Taiwan, but I received no considerable attention or interest from her. I did not know any of their culture, language or the exact manner to become acquainted with her. I had no notion of how to do a very gallant thing. Although she seemed easy and unaffected, I kept concealing my affection by playing with the apparently boring Rubik's Cube until in the end, she left the store without a glance at me. I felt like a loveless savage being spurned by a civilized person. Her smiles are lost to time. Even so, I still able to see those black, half-moon earrings shining in my mind as well as still recall that day in winter.

Personal Feelings-Restraint

     The clock clicked and curved continually in back of my classroom. The teacher in the front arched her back, silhouetted against the gloom and doom dawn sky. As I lay face downwards on the table, a strange feeling came about, why am I myself? Why can I feel myself rather than others, that is, What am I? I keep wondering. As the old saying goes “Man is not born to solve the problems of the universe, but to find out what he has to do; and to restrain himself within the limits of his comprehension.” I didn't agree with the latter sentence, indeed it rendered me to think it a poor consolation. On the contrary, I found it calming to unfold an unaware life question. However, under recent circumstances, we were extremely restrained by all kinds of external factors and our internal thinking was lost to time.

     Like us, there are a diversity of substances which were restricted in its variations or actions. When a massive bob, suspended from a pivot without friction, is released in a simple gravity pendulum experiment, it will swing back and forth at a constant amplitude whose period will be restrained by its line. When forward chemical processes proceed at the same rate as their reserve reaction, which is called chemical equilibrium, it is due to the force of constraints such as concentration, temperature and pressure. The only way to unshackle was obviously to break its restraint. Changing temperature in order to destroy the equilibrium or stretching cords to slow down its period. I didn't come into existence to be mentally repressed by either parents or teacher, instead, this is my epoch to create.

     Although the same question has continually revolved around in my mind, I assure those who restrain their desires for philosophical thinking, they need but unfetter their mind and new vistas will dawn before their eyes.

TRANSFORMERS STORY SEQUEL

      A few weeks ago, I was just like you, an ordinary high-school nobody, coasting through a pedestrian existence until I met him, a 1976 Chevrolet Camaro, and my world was changed forever.Some two weeks previously, I, Samuel James Witwicky, received my  first car from Dad. It was a dilapidated-looking roadster but was quiet beautiful and in fact a super-cheap one. To my shock, it had been stolen that night unexpectedly. I was thinking about four thousand dollars that just drove off, and being forced to get it back. While my reluctant tracking paid off, I reached a rural factory, and made a groundbreaking discovery. I thought it was probably the greatest discovery in the history of mankind that there were aliens among us. I saw my car transform into a robot and it seemed that it was communicating with something out in space. 

     

      Then I got arrested by the police, who mistook me for a car-thief, after my call to 911. While I attempted to explain what had happened, the  officer just vacantly assumed I was on drugs. Mojo abuse? What? Those are my dog's pain pills! When I finally got back home on the following day, I saw my car return itself, he has been stalking me! Initially, I thought it was the Satan's Camaro coming for me, and the only thing I could do then was to escape. I quickly slipped away with my grandma's bike. Fortunately, I bumped into a cop once again, but while I tried hard to ask for assistance, the squad car he was driving just transformed to a giant robot. It interrogated me, “Are you username LadiesMan 217? Where is eBay item 21153? Where are the glasses?” using such eerie screechy  violin voice. Misfortunes never come singly. I fled again, and ran into another person, my crush Mikaela. Suddenly, my Camaro arrived on the scene, opening the front door which made me feel like he wanted us in. In other words, was he now a missioned angel that endeavored to save us? I avoided this complicated subject and just rushed into the driver's seat as well as pulling Mikaela in next to me. Here came The Fast and the Furious.

      In the process, my car drove automatically and had done many thrilling maneuvers in order to ditch the monster. Eventually, we reached an old factory in a sparsely populated place in which they began their battle, rendering us terrified by seeing giant droid fighting. Afterward the cop-robot sent a creepy robot to attack me, giving rise to my taking off my jeans so as to escape for the third time. Fortunately, Mikaela was not the aim, and she found a power saw to sever its head. Looking back to the robot death match, the remaining of the two was my Camaro in transformed state. Here came a question, who was he? “Definitely Japanese, only they can produce such a super-advanced robot.” I thought. And I recollected hearing the cop's talking about my eBay page, so I used English to ask him, because I was deficient in robot language. The answer arrived from his build-in radio, I speculated, but the words weren't enough to unshackle me from my confusion. He transformed back to a car and opened the front door, asking in reply “Any more questions you want to ask?” The final answers seemed to be the destination, but where? I strangely cherish a strong feeling of high adventure and guts, perhaps I'll feel infinite regret fifty years from now if I don't get in the car. Then, I sat in the front seat with Mkaela.

      

      We drove through the night at a peaceful speed, and stopped on a deserted street. Four brand-new cars, including a semi-truck, an ambulance, a jeep and a sport car as well, arrived here and transformed. I finally realized they were autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron because of one's explanation. They're Optimus Prime, Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet and my car Bumblebee, which are called Autobots for short. Though Bumblebee was a distantly unknowable creature to me, he really gave me a powerful hand in chasing after a gorgeous girl, Mikaela. 

      

       Despite forming a strong attachment to her for a long time, she first became acquainted with me by my driving her home shortly after I bought the Camaro. The car duly played some love music, that is to say, he was trying to render the atmosphere romantic, revealing my affection towards her. Right after the successful acquaintance, we were both sucked into the robot war, and my guardian-car Camaro, also known as Bumblebee, significantly served the purpose of escorting me. As he drove automatically, Mikaela had no alternative but to squat down uncomfortably   in the only space between the two front seats. Here came my opportunity to ask her whether she would like to sit in my lap. Perhaps she wanted to change her position as arising in all probability from the influence of discomfort. The answer arrived in only one word – why? This was a real toughie obviously directed at me because she knew it was just my petty pick-up line and the you-will-be-more-comfortable saying definitely won't work in nine cases out of ten. So I said I had the only seat belt from a safely-first perspective, trying to guard myself from her suspicions of my impertinence. Undoubtedly, she was yielding to my request as she had begun moving on my lap and said some ironic praise for my clever, smooth move. Bumblebee was over calculated to please in general. Oh, I love my car! But my life has been put in jeopardy since his appearance.

      The reason why Optimus Prime has had to come is that he must find the All Spark before Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, who betrayed the empire, Cyberton, once a powerful but placid and just realm. All  resistance to Megatron was destroyed, giving me likewise a thrill of horror. The All Spark was a cube filled with extreme power, great enough to consume a star which was the fate of Cybertron. Megatron used it for evil, engrossing himself in holding the imperium of all stars and worlds, desiring to command over the galaxy. And so began the war. Fortunately, the war between Decepticons and Autobots has resulted in the loss of the Cube that eventually was buried deep in our planet Earth. No sooner has it reached to Earth, than Megatron followed it but finally crashed-landed before he could retrieve the Cube. While my grandfather Captain Witwicly found him, he accidentally activated his navigation system that imprinted the location of the Cube on his glasses, which are still for sale on my eBay page. Ratchet said that if the Decepticons found it, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army, and the human race will be extinguished. There is a fine old saying that commonly exists throughout the world, “Keep your breath to cool your porridge.” I turned a deaf ear to the lines and managed to meet the challenge. I just heard the bell of war ring out.

TRANSFORMERS STORY

If we are not alone, who, or what else, is out there? Is anybody listening? Life on Earth may have begun with a bang, when microorganisms hitched a ride on a comet or asteroid and crash landed on our planet. Finding themselves in a mild and watery world, the single celled organisms could have slowly evolved into the rich and varied life forms that exist today. Single celled organisms are just one example of life that might exist in the depths of space. There could also be intelligent life out there, way beyond our own solar system – Transformers.

Differing from our original speculation, there have already been aliens among us, but we have yet to know it. Nowadays, far away on the planet of Cybertron, a war was being waged between the noble Autobots (led by the wise Optimus Prime) and the devious Decepticons (commanded by the dreaded Megatron) for control over the Allspark. Not only is it a powerful energy, but also a map of The Matrix which could propel the Energon, a solar energy-absorbing system.

Trace back to 10,000 B.C, The Primes were seeking the sun through the universe, following rules that they could not destroy a sun which sustains life. The Fallen, among other primes, wanted to own The Matrix; thus he betrayed the oath by killing ancient humans. The battle for Earth has only just begun.

In the depths of the Sahara Desert in Egypt, the primes, except for the Fallen, buried themselves along with the Matrix, hiding and protecting it from the Fallen. No sacrifice for the right is complete without hopes, which will lead to victory. One such hope is the offspring, Optimus Prime, who has determined to fight for weak－all human beings－by pulling together with the noble Autobots. Nevertheless, the vicious Decepticons, aliens which wanted all ultimate power for evil rather than for good, haven’t forgone their searching for the Matrix and the Allspark.

Megatron, commander of the Decepticons, who was able to transform into a variety of objects, including cars, trucks, jets and other technological creations, blasted off in search of the Allspark while the Autobots managed to smuggle it off the planet. He eventually tracked it to the planet Earth circa 1850, but what with an intense desire for power and a lack of patience, he dropped right into the Arctic Ocean and lay frozen in a paralyzed state.

After stumbling upon his frozen body in 1897, explorer Archibald Witwicky accidentally activated Megatron's navigation system and his eye glasses were imprinted with the coordinates of the Allspark's location. The incident signaled the Decepticons, shattering the quiet completely. Yet the Allspark had already been moved by Sector 7, a secret government organization, into Hoover Dam in order to mask its energy emissions and the still- frozen Megatron had been transferred to this facility and was being used to advance human technology through reverse engineering. However, a lack of ingenious supposition and distant surmise about what had been discovered led them to give the office to a group of Decepticons – Blackout, Scorponok, Frenzy, Barricade, Starscream, Devastator and Bonecrusher – who landed on Earth clandestinely and assumed the disguise of Earth vehicles. Their missions mainly revolved around finding Megatron and Allspark. All humans were facing an imminent threat of death since the infamous robots were going to take anyone out they saw.

Reference
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transformers_(film)
2. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418279/