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Dear Hank. As I was reading, I had a revelation: without the little voice in your head, you couldn't read, couldn't think, etc. Do you know how to explain that little voice?? Am I hearing my own voice, but in my head? If so, do toddlers have that voice in their head when processing information? How is this little voice generated? I confused myself asking these questions, so I'm not sure that I've fully gotten what I've asked across. But it mostly is: what is this voice and how did it get there?
The little voice is a construction your mind uses to analyze itself and the world. The little voice saying all of its little words is the culmination of billions of years of evolution and hundreds of thousands of years of culture. The little voice is both you and the thing that created you. No one understands the little voice. It’s probably best not to think too much about it.
In terms of heart and mind fight i always choose her, because the heart wants her and the mind knows her. And in the end conclusion are always equal.
"My mind. What is it?" Thoughtful Questions from MARCUS AURELIUS
Oh dear. You're not well at all. Those closed eyes… So sad. And obvious. At least to me, as I guess you know. It's a fine mask, sunny and serene. But I know. I see the cracks oozing out fear and desperation. Loss of senses. Just lost. Don't worry. It's me: I will fix you. Save you from all those haunting moments. That tears apart what's left of your mind. I can hear the scratching and crackling in your sore skull. Mirror-like, confined horrors twisting and turning, trying to break you. Shooting sizzling darts at your dissolving horizon. A disease eating moment by moment, until you're left with useless time, locking up yourself in fear of yourself… I'll fix you! You won't feel a thing. Make your mask your mind, just while… Slide out under any persistent moment; go for the sky I'm building, it's safe, trust me! … Right. See now. No, no, not with your eyes. Keep them shut, that's part of the deal. A fair one! Now you can dream. I gave you time! For a dream or two. Go on. Dream away. All the way. (Long version in danish at: https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com ) #mantelmomento #danielmantel #mantelshistorier #udenfilter #choices #mind #badchoices #prose #fiction #realitybites #anofferyoucantrefuse #meandmymind #dreamaway #dontlistentothoseofferingyoutimeanddreamsinsteadofmomentsorthatsatleastmyexperience (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside .) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqUpSX_HXQ7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lmwbuthv2qqf
https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/04/21/scanneren-i-kaelderen-paa-auh/ (In danish, sorry...) #auh #scanner #mind #fiction #nonsense #shortstory #sanity #health #meandmystory #meandmybrain #skeleton #breaking #laurieandthestoryof (... Will some day emerge out of all this...) #treated (Very much...) #treatedmyself In the story... And? Or? #whatever #mantelmomento (THAT it is...!!!) #quitealongstoryforashortstoryandatthesametimeactuallyatopicopenfordiscussingwhatthelimitofpurenonsenseisinwritingsopleasecommentthankyou (Usual one-off hashtag... This time hopefully getting response!) (her: AUH)
Questions #2
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Continuing our exploration, let's delve into the field of psychology, honing in on the topic of self-awareness. This time, reflect on a more intimate aspect of your existence.
Question
If you could change one thing about the way your mind works, what would it be?
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A fatigue mind with a restless body, or a body that’s tired with a wandering mind? ‘Insomnia’, an oil on wood panel quadriptych with each panel measuring at 2.5 by 2.5 inches. Currently on view at Thinkspace Projects for my solo exhibition ’A Beautiful Haunting’. This tiny artwork has been acquired but there are still a few paintings available for acquire.
Link to view available works: https://thinkspaceprojects.com/shows/jolenelai-2019/show-pieces/
Please email Thinkspace at contact@thinkspaceprojects.com for purchase inquiries.
On view: Sep 14 – Oct 5, 2019 Gallery hours: Tues to Sat, 12-6 PM
How Hatred Starts
I just realized why people hate each other.
Once someone sees the worst side of another and continues to judge them by it, they eventually starts hating the latter.
Suppose the person A knows the worst mistake the person B has made in their life and judge their (B) every action based on the knowledge they (A) acquired, they (A) starts to hate them (B). In turn, the person B also tries to find the worst of the person A and starts to hate them as well.
This is how it goes on and none of them ever tries to find the person behind all that mistakes and weaknesses.
люди
самое отвратительное и самое прекрасное, что может быть самое добродушное и самое бесчувственное самое красивое и самое ужасное но я люблю вас
всё зависит от тебя
идя по дороге в дождливый и пасмурный день с любимой музыкой в наушниках, по неволе смотришь на других людей. старики нянчатся с внуками в колясках, дети, возвращающиеся из школ, бурно что-то обсуждают, подросток с хмурым, подобно погоде лицом, идёт с сигаретой в зубах, наверное, думает о чем-то очень серьезном.
кому знать, что у них сейчас в голове, о чем они переживают? каждый живёт только своей жизнью, у каждого свои проблемы и радости. нас тут миллиарды людей, на этой планете. стоит только задуматься, сколько же тогда мыслей у нас всех вместе, что вот уже мурашки по коже бегут.
а этот, например, ребёнок, который проходит возле тебя и улыбается, глядя на тебя так добро и чисто, он настолько о беззаботен и чист, словно пустая банка, заполняющаяся мыслями, эмоциями. ты даёшь ему одну бумажку, записку с посланием во взгляде.
может, это прозвучит глупо, но я скажу. многое зависит от тебя. и если ты сейчас так безгранично счастлив со своими друзьями, второй половинкой, знай, есть тот, кого грызёт одиночество и тоска, кто совсем уже потерял смысл жить. если ты когда-нибудь увидишь такого человека, не проходи мимо и подели с ним свою радость и разбавь тем самым его банку полную разочарований одной своей. самой маленькой, но самой жизнерадостной.
Because you look around and find them looking at you. Then you become yourself to yourself. You exist. Your home has meaning. But that is not exactly it. It is not about me, but about flesh shot through with spirit, the dogs so adamantly in their bodies that they become mind. It is about the thought of dogs.
Colin Dayan With Dogs at the Edge of Life
Exclusive tendencies are sometimes better for the mind
markiplier is acting his markipussy out of this show
John Cleese - “A Lecture on Creativity”
“Creativity is not a talent, it is a way of operating.”
Wow it's been awhile since I last posted on here! Here's the 10th part of my concentration
My arm has fallen
Asleep again
Like my mind at 3am.
And I hope by shaking it
Out today
I may save it from needles
And pins
The mountain mist
(And the paleness of its shroud)
Is a constant reminder
(In the darkness of my thoughts)
Of how much I really
(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)
Missed you
When will my heart
Be as full of love
As my mind is full
Of worries?
Here are some poetry, that I write during school. They just came into my mind and I wrote it down and I actually like it.
Well, when I was writing this in school, my mind was completely not in a good mentality. I felt again off and I questioned myself, what I'm doing in this school. But I'm doin' ok again and I'm happier now.
So yeah, maybe you gonna like it. Please tell me, what you are thinking of this kinda of stuff :3
“Come love, make me better than I was.”
I would invite him to a cafe
To talk about literature, about our lives
But that was not the kind of thing a bad boy would be interesting for
A bad boy desires to ride his motorcycle
For a thousand miles, maybe alone
High-speed, no concerns in his mind
Feeling the wind through the skin
And if he had the chance
Making sex with a lot of unknown faces that, for a good or a bad reason, crossed his way
Faces that will remain unknown after all
And me, well...the only thing I could offer was these kind of sensations
Only by having sex with him
But see, this is not that easy
When all I wanted to do
Was to admire him
While he was admiring life