from inside The Sane Asylum... Making peace with myself and getting along with it all...
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Inside The Sane Asylum...Altered State
Another epiphany...so to speak
Ego: "You see Jess, our brains are so automatic because physical tissue carries out what we do. How could it be any other way? The brain does it before our conceptual self knows about it. But the conceptual self grows and grows and reaches proportions where the biological fact makes an impact on our consciousness but does not paralyze us. The interpretation of things past liberates is from the sense of being tied to the demands of the environment and produces the wonderful sensation that our self is in charge of our destiny. All our everyday success at reasoning through life's data convinces us of our certainty. Because of that, maybe we can drive our automatic brains to greater accomplishments and enjoyment of life."
Jess: "Ego, did you know, generally speaking, a person does not learn much when their lips are moving? NEVER PASS UP A GOOD CHANCE TO SHUT UP!"
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Monday, January 16, 2017
Reflections From The Road...Stanford
I will not torture you with a tale about the history of mathematics. I will not beat you with the origins of numerators, denominators, ratios, fractions. I will only let you know that in the main, mathematics aren't negotiable. I will not pretend to tell you that as you get older time goes faster. I will tell you that a year is always a year. It is one and only one. However, I will also tell you that when you are four years old, one year is one quarter of your life. When you are 60, one year is one sixtieth of your life, so it feels smaller, and moves faster, in your mind.
Time can be comforting, or it can be cruel. Mathematics tells us that when you are over the hill, you don't really pick up speed—but the fractions change.
When you walk the streets every morning making pictures, the fractions become even smaller. Depending on your settings and the light, it can take fractions of a second to make a picture. A fraction of a fraction of a day, of a year, of a life.
Sometimes, you see the same people every morning, for even ten years or more. You chat, or not. But you acknowledge each other. You are familiar. Then one day the groundskeeper in the park tells you that a person was found dead, in a puddle, in an alley, in the French Quarter on Christmas morning, and it is that person with whom you were familiar. However loosely, you felt like he was part of your tribe. He was a fraction of your life. He was a part of you, he lived on the street for years, and then he died in a dirty alley, alone. In a fraction of a second, a heartbeat, it was over for him. That's how it is.
Rest In Peace, Stanford. No more troubled mind.
Stanford, pacing the levee
New Orleans, LA
2016
Photo and storyline
Christopher Bryson...
Time can be comforting, or it can be cruel. Mathematics tells us that when you are over the hill, you don't really pick up speed—but the fractions change.
When you walk the streets every morning making pictures, the fractions become even smaller. Depending on your settings and the light, it can take fractions of a second to make a picture. A fraction of a fraction of a day, of a year, of a life.
Sometimes, you see the same people every morning, for even ten years or more. You chat, or not. But you acknowledge each other. You are familiar. Then one day the groundskeeper in the park tells you that a person was found dead, in a puddle, in an alley, in the French Quarter on Christmas morning, and it is that person with whom you were familiar. However loosely, you felt like he was part of your tribe. He was a fraction of your life. He was a part of you, he lived on the street for years, and then he died in a dirty alley, alone. In a fraction of a second, a heartbeat, it was over for him. That's how it is.
Rest In Peace, Stanford. No more troubled mind.
Stanford, pacing the levee
New Orleans, LA
2016
Photo and storyline
Christopher Bryson...
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Why Didn't I Think Of That?...epigenetics
| "If I only had a brain." |
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Discovering Ourselves...trust
The human need for trust and attachment was initially studied and developed as a psychological construct in the 1950s, when John Bowlby tracked the reactions of small children when they were separated from their parents. In a nutshell, he found that infants, toddlers, and young children have an extensive need for safe and reliable caregivers. If children have that, they tend to be happy in childhood and well-adjusted (emotionally healthy) later in life. If children don’t have that, it’s a very different story. In other words, it is clear from Bowlby’s work and the work of later researchers that the level and caliber of trust and connection experienced in early childhood carries forth into adulthood. Those who experience secure attachment as infants, toddlers, and small children nearly always carry that with them into adulthood, and they are naturally able to trust and connect in healthy ways. Meanwhile, those who don’t experience secure early-life attachment tend to struggle with trust and connection later in life. In other words, securely attached individuals tend to feel comfortable in and to enjoy the human rat park, while insecurely attached people typically struggle to fit in and connect.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Thursday, January 12, 2017
From Inside The Sane Asylum...when I'm gone
A Pinch Of Me When I'm Gone
Put a pinch of me in things I like.
Maybe my desk drawer
or on the spokes of my ole bike.
I like my tote bag
that travels on my back.
It never brags or talks back.
And how can I forget the Sea.
To North, South, East and West.
Fling a pinch to what life might be.
Maybe send a pinch to China
and mix me with bone.
Fine China I will be known.
Kaolin, Feldspar, pegmatite
Mix me according to alchemy
And you will know my might.
Maybe a set... I will be.
Strong and durable
to hold fine tea.
Sit me at a table between friends to be.
Let me listen to their soft words
Hold me close so I might see
the mist above the fine tea.
Appears for a little while...then it's gone...Doc 1/12/17
Lessons From The Sane Asylum...values
"The essence of who we are does not lie in our strengths. It does not lie in our talents, our accomplishments, or the things we do well. The core of our being lies in our values".
The most basic human value must always have been life itself. It must have been the first and oldest basic human value, for today we still see throughout the whole of nature, any living being is in a continuous struggle for survival.
However, respect, is the most basic social standard, from which all other social standards can be derived...
Footnote:
Essentially, we’ll never truly be able to distinguish between “right” and “wrong” actions. At any given time in history, however, philosophers, theologians, and politicians will claim to have discovered the best way to evaluate human actions and establish the most righteous code of conduct. But it’s never that easy. Life is far too messy and complicated for there to be anything like a universal morality or an absolutist ethics. The Golden Rule is great (the idea that you should treat others as you would like them to treat you), but it disregards moral autonomy and leaves no room for the imposition of justice (such as jailing criminals), and can even be used to justify oppression. Moreover, it’s a highly simplified rule of thumb that doesn’t provision for more complex scenarios. For example, should the few be spared to save the many? Who has more moral worth; a human baby or a full-grown great ape? And as neuroscientists have shown, morality is not only a culturally-ingrained thing, it’s also a part of our psychologies. At best, we can only say that morality is normative, while acknowledging that our sense of right and wrong will change over time.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
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