Wisdom of Ages

Neanderthal Neuroscience | The Loom : Rather than universally promoting the better angels of our nature, oxytocin has broader effects on our behaviour. It either makes people more alert to social cues in their environment, or motivates them to seek social connections with others.  These effects manifest in different ways, both positive and negative, depending on the person and the situation.

Reading an article on Music and the Brain. Reminded me that by nature of the sense, a point of view must always have two sides, each providing a 180 degrees. Except perhaps in harmony, where a single point of view is shared in mutual trust and irrefutable choice... But then that is once again by nature of choice that such begun become in resonance I guess.

I suppose the best story of all is the story of life. As it is to those of us who know enough to see the end and still be able enough to can't wait, to those of us who love to look back and front with a smile, to those of us it is the very best of all stories to tell. Who want's to hear more? Say yes!

They say happiness is such a fickle thing and then, of all the choices that we have, we end up choosing everything else. We choose all the things that other people say will bring us pleasure or standing, both of which can only be yours by choice. And in the end we end up with all the things that money can buy without feeling any good. It begs the question when will enough ever be enough? Everybody should know the myth of Midas and his touch of gold, but you can take your pick of almost any fairytale and find a golden thread of yearning desire, wanton need, happiness and choice. The problem is not to question when, but what it is you want.

I suppose it  makes sense that a lack of oxygen would dull your senses, but as a child with asthma, the only thing that I knew was droll. Never much to play, never much to perform, never much to notice at all, but when you wanted me I was always there, smiling in my oxygen deprived reality. I used to sit in trees a lot. My mother tells the story how I hid away in the branches of our backyard tree, but in my mind I was sitting there, grateful for the chance to climb above the struggle of moving over ground. Happy to sit there in my happiness to breathe. I'm still somebody that finds happiness in small things. I get captivated by beauty, and I'm easily enthralled. I have a deep appreciation of the growth and development that is possible if you can get over the struggle to take a deep breath and just do it, and I still to this day hate people that don't. Though hate is an emotion I only had to confront much later in my life... To me, making the most of it is not only a way t...

To this day I still cannot remember much from my childhood. Memory being what it is, that could either mean that it was uneventful boring, uneventful horrific, or uneventful happy. Uneventful boring would either have meant that I had some kind of childhood malaise that prevented me from exploring the world like my body was designed, or my environment gave me so little to explore that my mind found muchness in things that amuse it, because that is the way it was designed to do. Our environment abound to fascinate and enthrall, to captivate in natures radiant beauty and blind us in awe of existence. I can understand that in some children the beauty in nature can be the allure to lead them wandering off into the sunset, following the promise of a dream that's better than the one we left behind. According to the elder in my care I was a dreamer, staring off to space and making never-ever journeys to never-never land, and though it sounds like kinda fun to leave it just like that,...