Your Life on Earth: Philosophizing Purpose and Place in the #21C.
The philosophy part of our humanities class held a journey that the junior class took to learn more about the world and themselves. The project is about expressing what we learned in how we view and/or feel about certain ideas. My project was about finding a sense of place, which is an area that we feel deeply about. I naturally drew to my past experiences and realized that the San Juan region is my place, mostly because I grew up here. The mountains drew to me as I used to go jeeping with my Dad in and around Silverton, along with watching the trains of the Durango & Silverton arrive when we ate lunch. So far, I am still attached to the San Juan area, more so after finding out that there were four railroads that operated from Silverton.
During this project, I found out my meaning of life and the meaning of others’, which is that there is no solid definition as it is defined on each individual’s view. Reading and watching media that has been created around the central idea helped me refine how I think about the world.
I feel that I have no difficulty in finding more questions as I feel I have answered the ones I had prior to this section of learning. After this project, I began thinking about how I can contribute to my sense of place for it to exist in the future as it has in the past.
The philosophy part of our humanities class held a journey that the junior class took to learn more about the world and themselves. The project is about expressing what we learned in how we view and/or feel about certain ideas. My project was about finding a sense of place, which is an area that we feel deeply about. I naturally drew to my past experiences and realized that the San Juan region is my place, mostly because I grew up here. The mountains drew to me as I used to go jeeping with my Dad in and around Silverton, along with watching the trains of the Durango & Silverton arrive when we ate lunch. So far, I am still attached to the San Juan area, more so after finding out that there were four railroads that operated from Silverton.
During this project, I found out my meaning of life and the meaning of others’, which is that there is no solid definition as it is defined on each individual’s view. Reading and watching media that has been created around the central idea helped me refine how I think about the world.
I feel that I have no difficulty in finding more questions as I feel I have answered the ones I had prior to this section of learning. After this project, I began thinking about how I can contribute to my sense of place for it to exist in the future as it has in the past.
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Mechanized Nature
What makes you have value in a place that you like?
To desire to live in it?
It is the way the crisp zephyr cuts the timberline?
The ever-flowing cold waterfalls?
The peace of a quiet pond?
Reflecting the crisp light of the tops of mountains.
The charge of iron horses though narrow ravines.
The steep climbs of tall mountains.
An area where multiples of people once lived?
Who had dreams and desires of their own?
Of where humanity has never set foot in?
For nature to remain in rule?
For me, it is the decrepit structures of yesterday.
Places where mesmerizing things happened.
Of the dreams of those who dared.
Living in the snow caps of mountains.
The great conquest towards the unmapped.
The venture of knowledge.
The need to help others.
A connection to civilization.
The wanting of peace.
Thriving in the wild.
The cries of when it is all gone.
Of the meaning of those who chose to stay.
The enjoyment of doing what you always wanted to do.
Despite being in dire conditions.
When staring into the end of it all.
Knowing what you worked for crumble after you leave.
Only to be the one who still cares for what was.
As it is my sense of place.
What makes you have value in a place that you like?
To desire to live in it?
It is the way the crisp zephyr cuts the timberline?
The ever-flowing cold waterfalls?
The peace of a quiet pond?
Reflecting the crisp light of the tops of mountains.
The charge of iron horses though narrow ravines.
The steep climbs of tall mountains.
An area where multiples of people once lived?
Who had dreams and desires of their own?
Of where humanity has never set foot in?
For nature to remain in rule?
For me, it is the decrepit structures of yesterday.
Places where mesmerizing things happened.
Of the dreams of those who dared.
Living in the snow caps of mountains.
The great conquest towards the unmapped.
The venture of knowledge.
The need to help others.
A connection to civilization.
The wanting of peace.
Thriving in the wild.
The cries of when it is all gone.
Of the meaning of those who chose to stay.
The enjoyment of doing what you always wanted to do.
Despite being in dire conditions.
When staring into the end of it all.
Knowing what you worked for crumble after you leave.
Only to be the one who still cares for what was.
As it is my sense of place.