Mr. Scalice's main focus is to set the point that the world is overall in a bad conscience. Mr. Scalice incorporates countless doings people have put upon themselves to make the world a worst place. He sums his worldview perfectly when he writes "Right and wrong are very real [categories], and our present society is unspeakably in the wrong." I am mostly persuaded because his points come with detailed explanations that completely support his views. He explains the different bads in the world, and makes the readers think what kind of world we live in. For instance, he explains that there are people starving in the world while filthy rich people spend hundreds of dollars on champagne, and the way those two thoughts fuse with each other have the readers thinking how self centered some people are. But, Mr. Scalice puts me in confusion because he is trying to convince us readers that the whole world is in terror and dreadful, and everybody makes the world a terrible place. He does not give exception for the minority of hte public who go out of their way to help those in need, and do what every moral human being with a surplus of money should do.
I believe that the quote from Jose Porfirio Miranda caps off Mr. Scalice's point perfectly. Miranda writes in a simple manner that people are self-centered and push bad instances and doings further and further to the point when killing will be deemed okay. But, I believe that this quote is too over the top: “[We will have] in Sartre's words, ‘the feeling that we have the fundamental right to kill.’" I believe that doing this sets us readers a little out of focus because of its nature, and I do not believe that this will happen.
In summarization, Mr. Scalice's worldview is that we are living in a world of "bad", and people need to try harder to make things right, to care for one another, to help the hungry, to not be so self-centered, and to do what people know is right.
If I was to write an essay on my worldview, my worldview would side and be on the contrary of Mr. Scalice's worldview. He tends to show that human beings are doing bad, and are shaping the world into a destructive place. My worldview would be that most people are "good", but do "bad" things sometimes that shape the world into a worst place. My worldview would state that there are only some filthy rich beings, people who have more than they need, that make the world hopeless in being a great place for everyone to live in because they have much more than human’s basic necessities, and they should give up some their "things" such as money and clothes to those who can barely survive, those who live on the floors of street corners, those who work everyday to make less than a dollar, and those who overall can barely meet the necessities for life. I would also blame the government. In the case of the U.S. government, every year they make it harder and harder to live in the United States, raise taxes, and do not use enough tax money to support those in need. In conclusion to my worldview, many people are spoiled and do not even know it, have ten pairs of shoes when many people out of the United States cannot afford to buy one pair, and I believe that every person with a house and with satisfactory living conditions should find it in the goodness of their hearts to pay at least an extra few dollars a month to help support those in need, so everyone can meet their necessities, and more and more people can start enjoying the beauty and happiness that God brings to Earth.
In my opinion though, there is one and only one reason that the world is turning more and more into a disgusting place: MONEY. Money drives the whole world, makes and breaks people decides if people live on the streets or live in house, and drives people to become selfish, self centered, and greedy. Almost every human done disaster has been feuled by money. If the world should become better, this needs to stop. The lust of money is the center of the world today, the lust for love and politeness should become the center of the world tomorrow. This can be done, as Christopher Reeve once put it, "Nothing is impossible." Everyone has to want the change, and though working and money runs the world, love and joy should drive a person.
Though Mr. Scalice lusts for receiving only the necessities needed to survive, this is virtually impossible, for competition is what also drives the world. Those who work hard succeed, those who do not fail. Only the fittest succeed.
Descriptive essay
My father cautiously drives up the rocky, dirt road. He parks the dusty Honda in a circular pit, cleared of all grasses and trees. As I open the door, ans immediate breeze of fresh air with a light scent of sweetened pine combs rushes in through the car. I fit on my dusty, tan hiking shoes, and the shoes almost do not fit me; I had not been hiking in years. I stand up, and glimpse around while stretching my sore hands and legs; it has taken nearly three hours to arrive to this point, high in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. The trees sorrounding the thin road stands tall as if the trees are holding up the blue sky, and the thick, greenish-yellowish grass folds over because of its tall but skinny build. The shadows of the sunlight reveal the tiny specks of dust in the air swiveling crazily in no direect direction, and reflect off the seeral tree branches. Huge grayish boulders larger than our car lay around a tree to the left of me, while to my right, I notice a thin dirt trail, covered with dried up leaves and surrounded with tiny pebbles. The trail goes into the wild forest, twists to the left, and coils around a couple of large trees that are swaying in the gentle wind. The warm, summer day brings with it a couple of thin cloulds, and an unpredictable breeze, blowing harshly one hour, gently whispering the next. I have a cotton, blue sweater on just in case the wind hit hard, and I wear torn up jeans, along with my hiking shoes. I hear mountain lions howling to each other, birds chirping, and the gentle movement of the grass dancing back and forth .The howsl of the mountain lions scare me for a bit, but I eventaully forget about their presence. My father then calls my name and tells me we are ready to hike.
As my father leads me, he enters on the dirt trail that was originally to my right. I pick up an erect stick about three-forths of my size, and use it support me up through the unpredictable trail. The trail winds left and then curves right. As I walk, the liely forest becomes darker and darker; the trees around me are so thick that only thin beans light our way, at 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon! As my father and I walk, we both watch our step carefully; the one dirt trail has turned into a light grassy trail, and at times, it seems the trail has vanished, but comes back to appear a few feet in some direction. Most of the trail starts to move uphill, and I ecome less focused on my surrounding. Sweat start to fllow in my hair and drip son my clothes. My exhaused legs start to ache, and i quickly stop to catch my breath.
All of a sudden, my father turns around quickly and puts his tremlbing finger to his mouth. I suddenly freeze but move my immense eyes cautiously arund. And then I spot it. To the right in the corner of my eye appears a huge darkish-yellowish spot. I can not make out the figure, but as it soon ventures in front of us, I stay as still as can be, only hearing my hard breaths. It is a mountain lion. I can feel the sweat starting to flow faster thn ever. All of a sudden, one drop of sweat hits my shoe. The mountain lion slowly turns its head left. I look into its eyes for a split second. They are greenish-yellowish. The eyes look so determined to catch a prey and to have a big feast tonight. The mountain lion is about six feet in length, but it paws are extremely long and sharp. Its yellow coat is filled with a wave of bugs. its teeth were unbelievably sharp, and its saliva dripping to the ground makes me uncomfortable. The mountain lion, now only standing thirty feet in front of us keeps its face focused on me. I recite a payer in my head, knowing they can be my last thoughts I ever think. The mountain lion snickers, turns its head back into its normal position, and slowly trots away.
We stay until the mountain lion is out of sight. My flabbergasted father takes a deep breath and asks if we should go back. After quic thought, I tell him we should move on, that we did onot drive three hours to hike for less than an hour and a half of hiking. We move forawrd, up the trail.
My father, who has been on this trail may times before, tells me we are almost there. I am relieved, for this unforgettable hike chas come with many hardships, but I don't exactly understand where we are heading. As we hike up farther and farther, the sun seems to be falling in the thick trees, but suddently, more sunlight starts to appear. Finally, when we can go no higher, my father takes me off trail. We hike down through arough hill and through wide. I can hear the rushing of something, the sound of spalttering. I becoem excited, and as I walk though the last bush, I see it. Water harshly runs through rocks down the muontain. The river curves around a huge rock, and makes a sharp right turn about a half-mile down. I can feel the tinkles of water hit my body, which is big relief from the strenuous work done ot reach this point. There is a deep, green grass in all sides of the river, and the sun shines rightly down. Birds chrip in the trees above, and colorful fish gallop out of the water and die back in. I sit on a large patch of grass and just watch. Everythingi about the site is beautiful; a memory ot remember. From the feeling of water refreshing me, to the view, to the sound of liveliness, thhis is truly a once in a lifetiem experience.
The sun is falling each minute. it was 6:00 o'clock and it is time to head back. We fight through the tough wilderness and head back onto the trail. As we venture back, our struggle is less, because we move downhill. The sound of birds chirping has now vanished, and the only thing that helps us keep on trail are our foots steps, engraved into the somewhat moist dirt. It is difficult to see my surroundings, because the sun has fellen low, not behind the mountaiins yet, but behindi the towering trees. Driving home I fall asleep. I dream about the livelliness of the forest as I stepped out of the car, being surrounded by a forest in the middle of nowherem hearing birds chiripng, mountain lions howling, trees standing tall; I relived the memory. I then dreamed about that very moment where I saw the river following down the mountain, the colorful fish galloping otu and driving back in, the green grasses, and the harsh water running down the mountain. The experience was truly a once in a lifetime experience. Everyday, our lies are surrounded with human built objects, but only on our very best days do we visualize the elegance of the world, what God has given to the world, to humans.