Probing the Membrane of Reality

An interesting turn of events, embarking back unto the rigors of undergraduate education, when only 1 month previously, generations of Koreans gazed upon me with intrigue and intense wonder. Possibly due to the fact that aesthetic sensibility decreed that I wear band shirts to class, students often have to consider just how it came to be that I managed to land a job in the first place. I know my mom still does.

I often consider the position of many of my friends now heavily engaged with the responsibilities of postgraduate academia, who have become even more withdrawn and ranging from modestly to G. B. Shaw-esque cynical. Evidently, the ironies involved with developing research on socio-cultural topics to assist in altering the human condition positively that is enriched and refined to the point where only 0.1% of the population can understand it, often requires that those creating it resort to heavy bouts of ranting and sedation. I laugh maniacally as I saunter down the hall to my seminar of free speech, barely discernible as responsible education. On the otherhand, many of these persons will soon be labeled 'Masters' or 'Doctors' within the coming future. I'm sure that their vast sums of capital, hard work and dedication will, if they are lucky, pay off and add up to offer them the most powerful reward of all - disappointment. Luckily enough, our culture offers numerous vainglorious outlets for dealing with this kind of thing, as we can always just vindicate ourselves by gathering 15295 new friends on myspace and save the universe playing Halo II. Multiplayer X-box Live of course, so that we fool ourselves into believing we possess some manner of social skill and variety of interactive capabilities. Also large guns and testicles.