1984

So I just finished reading 1984, by George Orwell, and I really felt the urge to discuss it. Since very few of my friends actually enjoy reading, I figured I'd rant in my blog. Reading through 1984, several questions came to mind. Is Oceania possible, not just the country, but also the Party? Will the body, mind, or spirit induce the ultimate breakdown in an individual? Did the the Ministry of Love really kill every dissenter or was that just symbolic, to show the death if his ideas? Does the Brotherhood exist? Is war peace? Can you erase love? Oh, and there are scads more. Someday I'll answer them, but right now I wonder did Winston's hate cause his downfall and is love or hate more powerful? I think Winston's hate did, in fact, precipitate his downfall. This hate of Big Brother, coupled with curiosity, inspired every action Winston made against him. In the end, the all-consuming hate allowed him to switch to the opposite type of passion, fanatical love. The Party seems to believe that to know love , you must know hate. Winston's own intense hate allowed him to have that equally intense love. And that brings me to the question of the ultimate strength of of love versus hate. I would say love us the stronger, and there are many instances to both prove and disprove that. Julia's love conquers Winston's hate and Winston's hate turns to love. However, Winston's love for Julia failed before his hate of rats, and his hate of Big Brother outlasted all vestiges of his love. Ultimately, I see that neither is conclusively stronger.

My drawing 

Drawings

It's funny how the strangest things ignite the desire to create, for example, I really was meaning to work on my Krause paper, then top off the night with Physics and Trig, maybe even practice some choir pieces a little, make Ned proud and the whole bit. Somehow though, when I sat down to edit that paper, I just was not in the mood. I wanted to write, but not that. So I ended up wruting a couple bit a poetry and part of a short story, but writing only conquers so much of that inner creativity, even when you sing and write. Anyhow, this drawing is the result of that mood. Okay, that mood and a little bit of I boredism tonight too... but here is my drawing of ...um...someone yet to be decided.