I’m no Different from You


 

 

I am human I’m known to lie, cheat or steal

Sometimes the lessons I’ve learned comes with a price

It leads me to escape this blame that I feel

There is nothing special about me

I’m no different from you

The things that scare us, are often the things we don’t see

Young or old

We bring this fight from inside us

To the people in our fold

When will we find a way

I confuse my vulnerability with weakness

And this is why we prey

And this is why we pray

❈❈❈

DCG


 

Psychological projection, also known as blame shifting, is a theory in psychology in which humans defend themselves against their own unpleasant impulses by denying their existence while attributing them to others

  • Bullying: A bully may project his/her own feelings of vulnerability onto the target(s) of the bullying activity.  Despite that a bully’s typically denigrating activities are aimed at the bully’s targets, the true source of such negativity is ultimately almost always found in the bully’s own sense of personal insecurity and/or vulnerability.  Such aggressive projections of displaced negative emotions can occur anywhere from the micro-level of interpersonal relationships, all the way up through to the macro-level of international politics, or even international armed conflict.
  • Blaming the victim: The victim of someone else’s accident or bad luck may be offered criticism, the theory being that the victim may be at fault for having attracted the other person’s hostility.

 

I Cast my Gaze


 

Photo: courtesy of Armando Diaz

 

I cast my gaze on myself and see

My virtues I’ve paid with the vices that I conceal

To be fair, not often but enough to take account

It’s hard to be honest When you’re left in a cloud of doubt

Why must I weep

I judge the past

Move on to live a new day

Leave alone a heart once smashed

I’m told we’re angered by others who remind us of our own deeds

We recognize the similarity and persecute what we’ve sown from our seeds

So I proclaim look only in the now

Save yourself from ridicule of the introspective eye

Ones that cannot forgive

Will only want to cry

A life is not measured by continuing a backward glance behind

It is only for us to find in the now

If some memories could only be blind


DCG

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Photo courtesy of Armando Diaz

An Empathetic Contemplation


I thrive in the feeling
Knowing someone will care
Reaching out to the world
Listening to me when I share
I ask only that you listen
Because knowing that you’re there
Comforts my soul
No longer in despair
The friendships we value
Can fill our heart
When we find them depleted
Down the road that we chart

DCG

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Out of all the blessings we may be able to think of, for me the most noble is having Empathy.  Empathy is a noun for understanding.  Other words are:

  • affinity
  • appreciation
  • compassion
  • insight
  • rapport
  • warmth
  • communion
  • comprehension
  • concord
  • recognition
  • responsiveness
  • soul

The world would be more harmonious if and only if we can successfully teach our children empathy on a significant global scale.  I consider myself to be very empathetic, and in my observations, I must say that there is a price to be paid and a gift to be received on our ability to connect with others.  When one gives of themselves to connect with others allowing them to “see through the ambiguity” or “see them for who they are” the richest attribute of our human experience is in this bonding!  Empathetic people seem to be able to have a deeper understanding of those around them.  In some cases words do not have to be spoken for them to be able find the meaning out of the fragments of what has been spoken by other people.  The skill of performing on this level is really not that difficult if we pay attention! 

Is it possible that many of us are consumed by things that distract us from what is going on presently?  So we often live by autopilot, and thus, dismiss others around us and miss out on the opportunities that are necessary to revive our unfortunate humanity when we deal with others around us.  We sleep walk through our lives, missing out on what is truly essential for our well-being.  We become habitual and consistently replicate these behaviors despite the calling our community is summoning!

 

For whatever reasons we stop paying attention, we miss out on our opportunity to attend to others in need  Have you ever had a reassuring voice that “felt” something you could not voice at the moment?  Do you remember if you were down and someone else was able to sense this, and gave you a helping hand, or lent an ear to listen to you?  Having moments that take us by surprise and having others who can pick us up when we are down, is proof positive that we are strongest in positive communion with others .   Providing something (the giving of one’s attention) that was not there before can shift one’s outlook in a time of need.  Simply put: the empathetic contemplation can be a very powerful za za zu!


Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

~~ John Lennon

I Paint the Sky



Milan Cemetery, Italy:

 

I paint the sky with the colors my eyes can and cannot see

I speak the words that voice the narrative my mind can and cannot hear

I touch the world with textures my skin can and cannot feel

I seek to know how the world becomes the canvas of our creation

❈❈❈

DCG

This is why human beings find it difficult to learn and adapt to new situations: because we are always looking for precedence, for authority from the past on what we’re supposed to do now.  And that gives us the impression that the past is all-important.

–Alan Watts

And thus we create stories that we would like to be true

The world is a place that has many eventualities

All of which only some will come to pass

Looking back we may not like what we have done or like the outcomes which imposes friction on our memories.  On our past reflections we can often miscalculate the honesty at which we have behaved in past events.  There are mechanisms that are theorized in psychology to prevent trauma in our thinking thus our remembrances of such events may be subjected to defensive measures when cognitive dissonance intercedes.

Our memories are subject to other features of our consciousness that intervene the processing of these memories.  The question of how one remembers truthfully is and can be problematic.  We can dismiss all content if indeed we do not give it a second thought, but if you are built like me, than you would want to strip down important memories that require some discernment.  What makes us honest if and when we take notice of our deeds, and view them every night or day upon our reflection.  If we do not neglect our accountability to ourselves, than we may be consistent in our reflections of the moments we remember.  If we do not make it a habit to review our behavior with any credence, than we leave ourselves subject to faulty remembrances.

There are many circumstances that may play a part in our memories.

  • Confabulation
  • Psychological impediments
  • inaccurate accounts of what actually happened
  • Distortion and dishonest projections, introjections
  • Defense Mechanisms
  • altered admissions of our rewriting our cognition’s

 

Think about your fifth-birthday party. Maybe your mom carried the cake. What did her face look like? If you have a hard time imagining the way she looked then rather than how she looks now, you’re not alone.

The brain edits memories relentlessly, updating the past with new information. Scientists say that this isn’t a question of having a bad memory. Instead, they think the brain updates memories to make them more relevant and useful now — even if they’re not a true representation of the past.

To figure this out, researchers at Northwestern University asked 17 people to look at images of a scene, like a beach or a farm, with a small object like an apple layered on top. They were then shown a scene with the object in a new location. Then they were asked to move the object to its location in in the first picture. They always got it wrong.

The researchers used scenes like this to test memory.  When an object’s location and a background scene are presented together, they are remembered as a whole event (top). But when new information is presented, like a new location for the small object, that new location is tied to the old scene (bottom).

Courtesy Donna Jo Bridge and Joel Voss

Finally the participants were shown the original scene, with the apple in three places: the original location, the second or a brand-new one. They always picked the second, updated location.

“Their memory from the original location has been overwritten,” says Joel Voss, an assistant professor of neuroscience at Northwestern. “It’s taken that new location and stuck it to the original photograph.”

This is a contrived laboratory setting, Voss tells Shots, so it’s not guaranteed that the brain is taking current events in your life and stuffing them into your past. But the researchers had people do the experiment while observing their brain with a special MRI scanner.

The brain structure that the people in this experiment were using when they were rewriting their memories, the hippocampus, is very involved in autobiographical memory. “It’s essentially as if the hippocampus doesn’t care if it’s putting together two new things,” Voss says.

The findings were published Wednesday in the Journal of Neuroscience.

Voss and his co-author Donna Bridge tested the participants’ memory of the original image, and they remembered it very well. So this wasn’t a case of bad memory overall. It wasn’t until they were asked to move the object and place it in the original spot that the memories changed.

“Our memories aren’t perfect,” Voss says. “They’re not like tape recorders. There’s a small current of thought that thinks these failures aren’t necessarily a bad thing. Memory is not intended to allow you to remember what you did last week, or remember your childhood. The point is to help you make good choices right now.”

It can be disturbing to realize that cherished memories may not be true, Voss agrees. But plenty of other studies have shown that memories are indeed often faulty. This doesn’t keep you from recalling memories and treasuring them, Voss says. “But they might not be perfectly accurate.”

And some things are worth forgetting. Voss, for one, is fine not remembering his father’s 1980s mustache. “And the half-mullet,” he says.

 

Our Brains Rewrite Our Memories, Putting Present In The Past     ~~Nancy Shute

So can we really judge if we are who we think we believe we are?  We can only do the best we can do!  I think that we must follow our hearts, and if we are to make our amends, then we should be doing good deeds to pay it forward.  We may not be who we think we really are.  I look at you all…..

 

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all I see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

~~George Harrison


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http://www.thenegativepsychologist.com/2015/09/living-life-backwards/

Lost in Translation


The significance of experiencing contrast in our lives gives us a perspective that will remain auspicious in our memories.  The world is continually providing us with contrast as we are not omniscient beings, hence we cannot predict future events that we will eventually weather.  For the average person much of this is “lost in translation” and If we are observant than we may find that these experiences will awaken us to a multitude of foresight in the maturation of our humanity.  Many of us struggle and find that we neglect to learn from some of these enigmatic lessons that are poised within the span of our lives.  We often can become inspired and transformed by events via our emotions that we entwine into our experience.  Much of this effort should come from within ourselves.  How we translate these lessons into our lives can be an amazing occurrence, or it can be just another non-eventful happening and at worst will taint us and leave us jaded.  What we do to make our positive experience flourish within our lives is truly up to us.

How we connect with our world and allow it to transform us is unique to each one of us.  We are bound fundamentally by the same mechanisms, yet we all also are so diversely directed by its influence.  This is a huge revelation, because this shows that we do have control how this affects us, we are in charge of how we become motivated or discouraged by events that touch us.  When I suggest how events touch us, I truly mean touch us, as they influence more than just our intellect.  There is a deeper penetration of our nature that awakens a very primitive human connection to how we relate with the world.

It is more than intellectual, and includes part of our emotive factions, and what the ancients called our “spirited” factions of our being.  We often believe that we merely receive the world as it produces the content of our experience.  I think however that we create much of what we experience by how we conform to the content and context of our experience that the world provides.  Keep in mind that I am mixing much of the established rationalistic claims and the  empiricist claims of philosophy into my claim of epistemological knowledge.  Again the significance in our ability to discern contrast in our experience is crucial on how we interpret and integrate the events that form our lives.

The Buddha twice uses the simile of blind men led astray. In the Canki Sutta he describes a row of blind men holding on to each other as an example of those who follow an old text that has passed down from generation to generation.  In the Udana (68–69) he uses the elephant parable to describe sectarian quarrels. A king has the blind men of the capital brought to the palace, where an elephant is brought in and they are asked to describe it.

When the blind men had each felt a part of the elephant, the king went to each of them and said to each: ‘Well, blind man, have you seen the elephant? Tell me, what sort of thing is an elephant?’

The men assert the elephant is either like a pot (the blind man who felt the elephant’s head), a winnowing basket (ear), a plowshare (tusk), a plow (trunk), a granary (body), a pillar (foot), a mortar (back), a pestle (tail) or a brush (tip of the tail).

The men cannot agree with one another and come to blows over the question of what it is like and their dispute delights the king. The Buddha ends the story by comparing the blind men to preachers and scholars who are blind and ignorant and hold to their own views: “Just so are these preachers and scholars holding various views blind and unseeing…. In their ignorance they are by nature quarrelsome, wrangling, and disputatious, each maintaining reality is thus and thus.” The Buddha then speaks the following verse:

O how they cling and wrangle, some who claim
For preacher and monk the honored name!
For, quarreling, each to his view they cling.
Such folk see only one side of a thing.

This is the basis of our diversity and our abilities to synthesize the elemental experiences into our cognition’s.  We are bound to how we internalize these events in a myriad of ways.  Each one of us shapes much of our experience to very personal preferences that have an effect on the outcome of its meaning and its significance to us.  We ultimately decide how we embrace it or if we reject it.

Random Words and Wisecracks from the undervalued Adelweiss


 

Edelweiss


Get this….

I keep the world close to me

I speak aloud with my witticisms

I protect myself from discovery

I think I am but a ruse upon the world

I taint the world around me

As my soul paints in dark and black

My scowls show my fear

I run away from my shadow

As I head into the dark

An enigma of my creation

uses my sarcasm to make things right

I speak the unspeakable

I wear this heart on my sleeve

I have only visions of bleakness in my sight

Of which live only in Dreams

I care little about myself

No one truly sees me

I feast on what my mind serves me

I’m alone yet I secretly scream out

Only the few are able to find me

I often hide in plain sight

Yet I never seem to get it right

I therefore curse at the world

I burn up in my ferocious fight

We should bask in the glory

Avoid all of our Shame

We should not feel this

Though it’s closure all the Same

The energy we take is not always what we make

If you live on the Rye

Than just say goodbye

Giving up ain’t the way

Some say yes, and Some say no

I now say Sayonara, but want to say Kon’nichiwa

I am but in Jiberishbullcockery

咊咊咊

DCG

The Entropy of The Human Condition


 

the Human Connection

 Those Were the Days
Mary Hopkins
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la…
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I’d see you in the tavern
We’d smile at one another and we’d say
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la…
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
La la la la…
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we’re older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days.
La la la la…

 


 


The song those were the days inspired from an old Gypsy Russian folk song is a quintessential example of how in our youthful visions we come to perceive the world.

In thermodynamics, entropy (usual symbol S) is a measure of the number of specific ways in which a thermodynamic system may be arranged, commonly understood as a measure of disorder.  According to the second law of thermodynamics the entropy of an isolated system never decreases; such a system will spontaneously proceed towards thermodynamic equilibrium, the configuration with maximum entropy.  Systems that are not isolated may decrease in entropy, provided they increase the entropy of their environment by at least that same amount.  Since entropy is a state function, the change in the entropy of a system is the same for any process that goes from a given initial state to a given final state, whether the process is reversible or irreversible.  However, irreversible processes increase the joint entropy of the system and its environment.

The change in entropy (ΔS) of a system was originally defined for a thermodynamically reversible process as

\Delta S = \int \frac{dQ_\text{rev}}T

Picture if you will, someone who will collapse under a similar principle.  Imagine if there is a principle we can apply to human beings in that they will fall into a system of entropy.  One cannot just substitute Quantum Mechanics and Mathematical theorems such as Chaos theory, the Heisenberg Uncertainty principle, and use them toward human affairs.  But in the case of Entropy, conclusions may be made to show similar metaphorical comparison’s.  Not unlike a rock star that meets the world on terms that they try to manipulate, control, and create, yet to their surprise they are mislead in an all-out, all-together haze of deceptions.  They experience limitations that will show themselves to the destructive behaviors which will only continue to befall them into a state of human entropy.  There are few things that we can control in our lives, but much of our experience is not controlled by us.  We may think that this is possible, but we unfortunately operate on mere illusion if we believe this to be the case.  If you are young, wealthy, and have sycophant friends, then you may be doomed to believe that you might fool yourself to live a life that holds no consequences for your behavior, or that you can live beyond your means, or that you can’t capitulate any of these unwanted distractions, as the ego will direct you to think this way.

Mary Hopkins channels the above Russian folk song telling us that we often idealize the possibilities in our lives.  “Those Were the Days” is a song credited to Gene Raskin, who put English lyrics to the Russian romance song “Dorogoi dlinnoyu” (“Дорогой длинною”, lit. “By the long road”), composed by Boris Fomin (1900–1948) with words by the poet Konstantin Podrevskii. It deals with reminiscence upon youth and romantic idealism.  I think this song is a tell for how we as human’s understand the basic predicaments and conditions of living and while reflecting on human endeavors in an imperfect world we can lead ourselves astray.

On our reflections in youth we can never truly live up to our expectations during this time, and that in our younger years, we are inexperienced and naive about what in our dreams can be actualized.  This is not to say that we can never predict what will be, or that we cannot have solid ideas of how our lives will turn out,  generally speaking we are not prophetic beings.

Very few of us are able to predict with any accuracy what may come to be, and this is especially true if we apply this thinking to predicting our own circumstances.  This is exactly what the song is conveying in my mind.  We tell ourselves tales, and we sometimes cannot foresee how our lives will turn out.  We are bound to idealizations of the human condition, and we work within these frameworks that the collective human consciousness cannot always accurately dispel.  We are living with systems of habit, and often create within our minds how we should live.  Our fallibility is of central interest in experiencing the human condition, and we often become its captive.

We have limits on our assessment of the world, and limits of our own self-directed aspirations.  The core of a young persons ideals, and the accuracy of their fate is continually tested in the laboratory of life.  We act out upon the world yet have difficulty navigating because we are never really sure of how things may turn out for us.  In our younger years we often mislead ourselves, or we often prove an arrogance of the will that will only pass the litmus by serendipity if indeed it does come to fruition.

In my view there are countless possibilities that we can dream.  The toll we pay to achieve some of these dreams can be carried out and realized.  Moreover, not all of our dreams can be brought into the light of day.  The younger ideals in our creation must meet the world time and time again before they can birth a reality.  We will most assuredly fail many times before we can see any success, therefore the process itself must be waged over and over again until we get it right.  Being human will not always allow us the luxury of being autonomous dreamers that results in perfect accuracy of the events in our lives.  This is especially true given the age and the agency of those who “dream”.    In this case when I say “dream”: I mean speculation and ambition or aspirations to achieve in one’s life.

In my view, many people may find themselves driven into a state of entropy by the very choices they make in their lives.  Many others will be able to achieve their aspirations.  Yet many still will be somewhere in-between these two types.  Thus the strength and cogency of the song above will move some and not others.

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Plato

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
Plato

 

George Bernard Shaw

“Youth is wasted on the young.”
George Bernard Shaw

Charles Bukowski

“What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.”
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

W. Somerset Maugham

“It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.”
W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

Salvador Dalí

“At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.”
Salvador Dalí

William Shakespeare

“So wise so young, they say, do never live long.”
William Shakespeare, Richard III

Hermann Hesse

“Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.”
Hermann Hesse, Gertrude
A.E. Housman
When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
       But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
       But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
       No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
       Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
       And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
       And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.

A.E. Housman