The world is still colossal, a gaping map of mystery our brains fill in with imagination.
It’s delusional to think we know it.
It’s delusional to think we know it.
We’re never safe from the torch of fear and anxiety.
The only thing we can control is our reaction to the current circumstances.
Wrote the poet John Milton in the seventeenth century: “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
When we reach the end of our life, our experience will be an accumulation of responses.
What we process and pay attention to is…
Enthusiastic in the front, sceptic in the back.
The dialectic of mind enframes the rational man. When we peel off the plastic of certainty, we uncover the beauty of chasing ambiguity.
When we see that the true bearers of consciousness are patterns of continuous variation rather than preprogrammed automata, we relish our idiosyncrasies.
Naïveté is on par with idealism.
What we demand instead is…
You can’t solve your problems by simply buying things. Materialism is a temporary form of happiness.
Pursuing short term dopamine paints the surface. Stress and discomfort always volley right back.
Long-term joy comes from the satisfaction of knowing that your health and emotions are in check.
Man is a strange and contradictory animal. He chases immediacy in the hunt for glory. But in feeling…
“You can’t be anything you want,” said comedian Chris Rock. “You can be anything you’re good at, as long as they’re hiring.”
You need the cash. But you also need to expand your cognitive horizon and let your mind search for its own stimulation.
The artist thrives on autonomy and control. But they also benefit from the extra variety of dimensions that spill over into other areas of work and life.
When we’re young, one second can last forever. Patience runs thin.
The opposite is true as we age — life seems to speed up along with all the responsibilities. And time refuses to slow down.
As adults, we wish we could do nothing on purpose, let alone feel our brain processing the freedom of summer.
Tainted by jadedness despite all the rigorous introspection, grown ups experience the the psychic…
If the blog is dead, then writing is dead. And if writing is dead, thinking is dead.
If thinking is dead, then ideas are dead. If ideas are dead, then there’s no experimentation nor stories to tell.
We are creators, unmoored from the prison of biology.
We make stuff and share it with other people so that they too can participate and make their own iterations.
The brain is full of code, in a…
Things don’t need all the explanations we try to give them. The urge to seek definition has as much to do with our obsession with absolutes as our inability to trust ambiguity.
As soon as we identify the type of bird, we cease thinking about it so. We google up all the information we can get to further corroborate the knowledge of its existence.
Things exist independent of human activity. Our…
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Ideas spawn as soon as you stop thinking about them, and only after you experimented and done your research. After the work’s been done, the best thing you can do is allow your ideas to bake. Sleep on them. Turn your focus to something else while your brain connects all the neurons and turns them into thoughts.
Turning off your brain is just as important as turning it on.…
Whether you’re stuck in a labyrinth or looping around the same racetrack, admitting you’re frustrated and lost is at least a starting point. The hard part is developing a plan to do something about it.
If you want to go pro in any profession, you’re going to have to practice your beliefs and take calculated risks to gauge their rigidity. Doing the work removes the cobwebs of uncertainty.