My Window View

Unbiased and I crossed our paths for the first time in College.

Granted, since English is my second language, I was struck by how frequent this elusive word appeared in classrooms and all around the campus, along with that great book called “Syllabus” that apparently every class used.

The bookstore did not carry any “Syllabus”, not even in the used books section, so I quickly arrived to the conclusion that the book, due to its immense popularity, must have been sold out.

Unbiased, however, continued to taunt me and I felt that further investigation was required, along with a solid dictionary software. I quickly, at least by my standards, grasped the concept of submitting unbiased reports and essay’s, yet I always found the concept to be quite ludicrous, as I found my self spending numerous hours writing occasionally profound pieces, which main point was to extract my own opinion from them.

It appeared as if every report, may it be from AP or Reuters, still was gathered by a person. A person observing an event, and then writing shorter text as if the person in question never had been there to begin with. Many of my peers were raving for this great triumph of transparency.

To me, it more seemed as if the word unbiased primarily existed to define its more successful antonym, namely bias. It appears to be virtually impossible to study and examine events and our surrounding world, pretending that we are not a part of it, and that our view will be influenced whether we chose to acknowledge it or not.

The Picture enclosed below does not necessarily have anything even remotely to do with my text, or perhaps it does.  In any event, it is a photo taken from my window, and I happen to find to be full of beauty.

Yours truly,

Anders