Monthly Archive for March, 2009
Like a looking glass (mirror), correlations are a tool for seeing yourself, or more precisely, your own mind. As such, they should appeal to anyone determined to get to the bottom of things. Of course the bottom in this case is one which is without substance. In other words, the correlation’s process may only attract those for whom ‘the looking for’ is more satisfying than ‘the finding’. Like looking through, rather than at, a mirror’s reflection, the closer you look, the fuzzier the view.
This view of progress is one expressed in chapter two of the Bhagavad-Gita: ’No step is lost on this path, and no dangers are found. And even a little progress is freedom from fear.’ This struck home the first time I read it. That’s understandable, for I’ve always (from earliest childhood) felt that if I didn’t face my fears, the fears would run me over. Of course recognizing that and facing the fears are two different things. However, the more I’ve trusted the premise, the easier it has been to put into practice. Continue reading ‘Even a little progress is freedom from fear’
Imagination Medicine is a interesting article on recent research into how the placebo effect works in the brain. It confirms my sense that religion works its wonders through the placebo effect as well. Consider this quote for example,
It all boils down to expectation. If you expect pain to diminish, the brain releases natural painkillers. If you expect pain to get worse, the brain shuts off the processes that provide pain relief. Somehow, anticipation trips the same neural wires as actual treatment does.
Cuc made a good attempt at correlations despite the inconsistencies. For correlations, the ‘prime directive’ is to use antonyms, aligning similar (i.e., pseudo synonyms I guess you’d call them) meaning word down on column with their antonyms down the other. Compare these two sets; first is Cuc’s and then mine below that.
Reunion in Sweden. Reconnection lets the good times roll again.(*)
There’s no yin without a yang. Or to put it another way, everything comes with a price. Compassion is no different. As this is a ‘times of yore’ post, I’ll begin with the biographical underpinnings of this observation.
I was traveling through West Africa with my future (now previous) wife to be when I came down with hepatitis. That knocked the wind out of my sails enough to return to California to see my folks. Within the year I had recovered and she had returned to her home in Sweden.
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