Uncertainty is a mathematical thing. Math is the language of the physical. The physical creates emotions, which in turn, influence the physical. Where does the mind fall – thoughts? Thoughts can impact the physical and vice versa. Do thoughts fall somewhere between, serving as a bridge between the physical and the emotional? Are we our thoughts, or something separate? Words are the language of the emotional. Words are physical. They say that words can hurt. Math speaks about the physical world to the emotional, the emotional world speaks to the mental world with words. Physical = math. Emotional = words. Thoughts are the how. What is truly the distinction between mental and emotional? If the difference is the presence of rationale, then math or logic has to be its language. I keep seeing a triangle in my mind. Flow charts too. Thoughts impact the emotional. Physical – MATH -> Emotional – WORDS -> Mental – LOGIC. Math transforms the physical into emotional, words translate the emotional into thoughts, and logic transforms thoughts into the physical. There is a bigger thought here. If I am not my body, then we can also infer that I am not my emotions, and I am not my thoughts. I am aware of and separate from all three. Awareness. Awareness is the only element that exists without translation or transformation. That is what I am.
Tag: Random
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Almost everyone in the world has heard of a person being a “jack of all trades”, but I have actually heard it expanded. I don’t know what the original is or who wrote it. It’s something like – and I’m paraphrasing here – “a jack of all trades and a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one”
Generalism as a word is actually not found in the Merriam-Webster dictionary, though generalist is. An internet search for generalism gives you articles on medicine, ethics, a few on butterflies of all things, and random definitions – all of which basically state that generalism is the practice of not specializing your knowledge base.
I have come to realize that I am a generalist. I know tidbits about a lot of different things, but I am not necessarily an expert in anything. I am ok with that. I truly believe that knowing more about many different things is better than knowing everything about one particular thing. It opens your mind to possibilities, to relationships between things. I know now that being stuck in a certain area of knowledge – like medicine or physics or finance – wouldn’t be enough for me. Yes, it would be riveting and fascinating, but still somehow….. not fulfilling. And that I am not ok with.
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I love nighttime. I think I always have.
There’s just something about the fact that the world is sleeping, resting, whatever. it’s quiet. There is no activity really. It’s peaceful. And I feel like I can be or do or feel anything that I want or need, and there is no one around to judge me.
I remember one time when I was a kid… I’m not even sure how old I was. Late teens, maybe? I was in Massachusetts visiting my uncle, and he has a pool. It was summertime, and I went out to the pool at about 10 at night, put on some music, and just did laps in the pool. It was so relaxing.
Speaking of, I love to swim. The feeling of water all around me is just so comforting. I hate wearing a bathing suit, because – well, insecure female – but yeah. I love it once I’m in the water. I swam in a local river once, that was freaking cool.
Anyway, this is just a bunch of random things to say that I love nighttime. and bodies of water. So yeah. Carry on!
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I have a post on my about me page about how I define being an asshole. I realized today that like anything else, this definition is relative, and I would like to provide some clarity on that.
If I refer to you as an asshole with a straight face and either an ice cold or a heated gaze – you’re an asshole in my book, and essentially, a shit human being. If, however, I call you an asshole with a smile on my face that reaches my eyes, and/or am laughing, that may be a different situation.
For example, earlier today, I had a banter filled conversation with a friend of mine. At one point, he says to me, “Hey, don’t fuck this up!” and I responded with, “Yeah, I try to make a habit of not fucking things up, but thanks for the advice, asshole!”
This guy is anything but an asshole, but the good-natured back and forth digs made us both smile and alleviated some stress from the day. Again, everything is relative.
Just wanted to clarify that sometimes I call someone an asshole, and I love them dearly and am just fucking with them. Other times, I truly mean that the person in question is no better than the dog shit that I avoid in the back yard. Context matters.
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Why are some smart people so fucking dumb?
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I was talking to a couple of people today (at different times, mind you!) about musical taste, and the fact that a good part of what I prefer to listen to is hard, fast, growling metal. It’s just awesome in my opinion, for so many reasons. It’s raw emotion, and can even be cathartic at times, not just an outlet.
The topic of all time favorite bands came up, and mine is Tool. I started thinking about it, and while some of their songs are angry, it’s not in the way most people think of angry metal music. It’s a more controlled, thoughtful angry, if that makes any sense. I like that.
Random and kinda not related, but this line of thought reminds me of something my dad once told me. If someone gets in your face and is screaming and all red and puffed up, they’re trying to be threatening but aren’t really dangerous. If someone is angry and speaks quietly, and is completely calm, that’s when you have to worry.
So, yeah, Tool. Thoughtful anger. My kinda thing.
Have a great night!
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It kinda amazes me how we always seem to find something to blame for why we fucked up. “I was tired.” “I was stressed.” “I had a lot on my mind/too much to do.” Lots of excuses for “I fucked up”, which is the truth of the matter.
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Note to self – if you think you might need/use something later, don’t put it somewhere so that it will “stay safe”. Put that shit somewhere you’re gonna see it every other freakin day so that when you do need it, you remember where the fuck you put it!
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How was pasta invented? I mean, seriously? Who ground up some grains, looked at it and said, “I bet we could add water, make this into funny shapes, then boil it and eat it!!” I mean, was the need this satisfied?
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I get the word of the day from Merriam-Webster. Today’s word is sarcasm, which I love. I have always been and will always be a sarcastic smart-ass. There is, apparently, some evidence that the origin of the word may have had a more harsh meaning of “to bite or strip off flesh”. Not sure exactly why, but this makes me smile.
Happy Monday!
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 