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Hey boys :D. [Assuming no girls read this, because I’m socially impaired like that. Go me!]
It’s been a while since we’ve had a real talk, so sit down, and make yourself comfortable.
I will not bother with contents for this post, for it seems rather tedious, I only have one real thing to do, and one quote to say.
Introduction:
Quite recently, I’ve been finding myself at incapacity to actually realize anything to be true, speaking beyond a scientific sense. Mathematics is a lovely thing, it’s so infallible, and it’s so intricate, intrinsic, and inherent – for those who possess the will to tolerate it anyway. Turning to something else however, something that yearns and dares us to explain it, but in the end, some of us find ourselves in the grim face of humiliation and failure. Let’s talk about emotion, let’s talk about that which is beyond reason. The drive be it fear, happiness, anger, contempt, envy and arguably the most powerful of them all, the conqueror of them all: love.
But first a funny thing about love.
Don’t you ever wonder what lies beyond the surface of the quote: love conquers all?
Often used in association with the overcoming of everyday struggle, of despair, love is that which can be found at the end of the grimacing poisonous tunnel. But where to from there? Love is the most powerful weapon in the Arsenal (FC) of human emotion, and I wouldn’t disagree that love conquers all. For it is because of love that we do things. Love can conquer anger, love can conquer grief etc. and this is all good and true, but what lies beyond that? For love is the mother of all emotion, just as love can shine light upon dark spirits named anger, sadness, and contempt, just as quickly it can take it turn off the “Feels good, man” light, and throw you into the pits of despair. Love is a poisonous fruit that can look delectable on the outside, but can reek of foreboding doom on the inside, for those who dare to venture below the surface. And in this consumerist world where you are most likely trapped inside a world of routine and rut, why the fuck wouldn’t you?
Aim:
To find a/the truth.
Materials:
- A subj-
Hold it right there.
You cannot be serious. You mean to tell me, that you’re attempting to use a scientific method to try and uncover the secrets of love? You mean to tell me that amongst this world that seeks to find a new Einstein, a world that holds excessive technological greed, you want to embody love as a science? What is wrong with you? What the fuck were you thinking?
[First attempt at a diablogue].
A: You actually think that this is the way to go about finding out what love, or any other emotion is?
B: Well, what else is there to do? Don’t you dare deny me on this, you know damn well that when you feel that sappy shit you can love, that tingly feeling you call happiness, that insufferable burden you call anger, you don’t know what the fuck is going on either.
A: And you think this is the solution? You think by trying to experiment with it, you’ll find your answer?
B: I’m not saying it will, I’m sa-
A: For another matter, what makes you think that your findings are any valid?
B: Well, take a look at psychology; there are some biological aspects in there that directly correlate with the hypotheses’ posited.
A: Oh yeah? Name one.
B: Take serotonin for example. In subordinates, serotonin, in a social sense, will inhibit one’s ability to flee from a hostile encounter. Also, in dominant individuals, serotonin will enhance this.
A: Right, so you’re saying that the serotonin influx is caused by such events.
B: On the contrary, it’s the events that trigger the serotonin rush.
A: But surely you’re not reading into this well enough
B: What do you mean?
A: How do you prove it’s the events triggering the serotonin? Likewise, if you’re planning to use some neurotransmitter fluctuation to prove the existence of love, how are you not sure that it’s not the other way around? Hell, how are you so sure that the two directly correlate?
[End].
Thanks for bearing with that bullshit, here’s a nice quote.
Chuck Lorre Productions, #212
I believe that the voices of fear, both from without
and within, can only be dispelled by trusting the
voice that comes from the heart. Be still and listen
to it. If it speaks of love and compassion for
others, for the world itself, it just might be the
voice of God -- or a reasonable facsimile. If,
however, it snarls with fear of the unknown, fear
of losing what you have or of not getting what you
want, then it just might be the voice of Rupert
Murdoch -- or a reasonable facsimile.
I’ll try get another post up the same time next week, chances are I won’t due to exams, wish me luck dear readers.
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