What if we were invisible?

What if we were invisible? What would we do? Would being invisible help or hinder our lives? I've asked all of these questions while reading "The Invisible Man," by H. G. Wells. I saw what the man, who I eventually found out his name was Griffin in the story, went through while he was invisible. He was virtually a "nothingness" among humanity. No one could see him. He got hurt on several occasions because of his lack of human flesh, which also harmed his ego at the same time. He would have to hide out in places while it rained or snowed because people would begin to see the outline of his body and not understand why they were seeing that. He had to hide from everyone, until they eventually found him out. When they found out who he was and how angry he was at people for "making" him become this, they sought to bring him down. They killed Griffin in the end, but perhaps that was only the beginning to many of our own stories.
I know in my life I've felt times of invisiblity. A time were I could slip off into a corner and no one would be the wiser. Now, I wasn't virtually invisible, but I was invisible to everyone around me. Isn't funny how we can sometimes "make" people invisible without even knowing it. I know sometimes when I'm left out or "invisible" I become bitter. Because much like how Erwin McManus recently said at fire fall, "we were meant to be in a relationship with one another. we are meant to be together." Does being invisible fit into that logical statement?
While reading about Griffin and how he felt during this whole invisible experiment gone a rye, I began to wonder if our own thoughts on the ending of the story. Sure, Griffin dies a horrible death by being murdered by people that were in fear for their own lives, but how does that fit in with my life? I began to wonder, in the beginning he was invisible, in the end he wasn't...in the beginning I was invisible, at the end of school, life, etc...will I not be?
The Invisible Man really had me thinking about my spirituallity as of late. It is a science fiction book and it's meant to scare the reader quite a bit, but for some unknown reason I received a religious experience from it. It was a decent read and I recommend it to my fellow peers.

The Invisible Man

After having a brief discussion with Prof. Corrigan, if I should read this book or not, I'm glad that I am. It is a bit hard to understand at first, but it becomes somewhat of a thriller. I see the difference between today's literature in the science fiction world versus the kind in H.G. Wells' era. His book is somewhat to the point while keeping the main points somewhat elusive till the end. I am only partially done with this book, but so far it's grappling.
I found out that H.G. Wells is concidered the "father of Science Fiction". I found that kind of interesting. According to Barnes and Nobles' list of classics, the "Invisible Man" makes the cut. When I first picked it up I did not think of that. I just thought of a book that I needed and it had to be something I had never read before. Well, I'm glad I picked this up, even though I'm not into too many science fiction novels.
In the beginning it was somewhat dry. I'm not a fan of books that are dry so immediately I wanted to put it down and search for something else better in the library. I picked the book back up thinking that it had to have some significance--it is on the "classics" list. I read further into the pages and everything from how the invisible man looked at first glance to the how the candles where put in the candle holders in the bed & breakfast. The furthest I've gotten in the book is where the invisible man meets up with a doctor while on the run from people who have found out what he truly looks like under all the bandages he wears. I've also found out that his name is Griffin.
The book is quite grappling and I cannot put it down. I hope to find out more as I read through it. While reading it I'm making sure to focus more on the character rather than the plot and so far this book seems to be perfect for doing that.

Polk Museum

The picture depicted above is one that is in the Polk museum. It is entitled "15 men". While walking around with a small group of people, I realized that his painting just spoke out above the others. It was one of the larger paintings, but still it wasn't it's size that drew me to it. When I first looked at the painting I noticed that it was in a sepia tone. It's very basic in color, but not basic in dimension. The 2D painting seems to pop out at us in a 3D manner. In the painting, notice that if you see the man's face, you wion't see "whole" parts of his hands, and visa versa...if you see his hands you will only see part of his face. I'm not quite sure what the concept behind that is, but I find it fascinating!
Another hallway most of the class walked down was the hallway of "families". In the photos, they were all from different backgrounds, jobs and hobbies. Some of the facts behind the families upset, but still I think all of those families are somewhat happy. Are they satisfied? No. But they are happy. Is it a forced happiness? Maybe in some cases, but they are still happy nonetheless.
The museum was a great experience. I enjoyed it. It allowed us to better connect with the two poems "Ethics" and "Musee des Beaux Arts". I feel that "Ethics" was allowing us to feel more deeply about the art. Whereas "Musee des Beaux Arts" was more about what's inside the painting. Having both of those perspectives while looking at art is very important. It's about removing yourself and putting yourself in the place of the painting and the painter.