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And somehow we bear it. It may be a trudge, or a dance, or a surprise that never feels quite right. We were there, and now we are here. What does the passing time reflect? Accomplishments, perhaps – whatever leaves a mark. But what of the singular experience? It is bewildering, at times, to even…
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It is and is not. We did not find the end And we hardly stepped into the start. The rhythmic lines we drew, Twisting in the dark stalks Erupting from this plain, Led everywhere and nowhere at once. We moved and swayed and wandered With our bliss And our torture Fully throttled, Gliding with the…
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How can one come to know another? Being restricted to a single awareness for an entire lifetime is exasperating. Then again, I’m not sure it is possible to retain one’s own distinct self as an observer while experiencing another’s self. When we know others, we filter their experience through a unique neurological and biological makeup.…
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Humans seem to strive for predictability. It is logical. If you can predict something, you can trust it as a constant around which actions and decisions can be oriented. Predictability is vital for scientific experimentation – maintaining a predictable baseline, a constant, allows for measurement and meaningful results. We humans, like the subjects and materials…
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Where is the forgiveness for the little things? That billow in the mind from time to time. The pinpricks, tiny words, smaller acts- They must have left a mark, You feel, You grasp. A minor shift of tone- the world tilts, A careless word and stars begin to slide. The emptiness of space cannot contain…
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Scalability is a fascinating hurdle to ponder. Scaling up or down is a good way to find the breaking point of a system. It is observed in physics with quantum mechanics and general relativity. It is present in social dynamics – family behavior vs societal behavior. It feels particularly tangible in marketing and economics. We…
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The night glistens, Shivers, stills. The waves swell. The world’s well. The world’s hell. Why, this vast explosive life Why, this bending bough, The weight of ice As vivid as the weight of buds To come. The world, numb, And boiling, At extremes Harbors peace.
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I recently read about the philosphical concept of the “self” being a sum of infinitely small moments. Or, the sense of self is the observation of a full lifetime of those moments. It is actually mind-blowing to think that consciousness would develop as a function of memory. It brought to mind parallel thoughts I’ve been…
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I find internal resistance at certain points of thought exploration. Those points are often telling. I sense their fragility – that they should be gently handled. I also feel that, like boundary conditions in math, they can reveal deep truths that are otherwise unseen in the expanse of centrality. Meaning and purpose are those points…
Thinking and Thinking about Thinking
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