Indirectional evolution

I'm penning down some of my idiotic cognitive content in here...

warning: long post which would definitely end you brainless

How would you get from here, between levels, to the next level? I mean, how do short-lived bipeds of mediocre intelligence, gossip-mongers, delusional mob thinkers and actors--how do we get there from here?

Virtually nothing in nature travels by straight line. The same is true for evolution. Evolution twists and turns like a lazy river. Watching a slow moving river on a quiet day you would never guess at all the floods, torrents, and deluges. Observe a branching evolutionary tree. Cover the top half with a sheet of paper and ask someone to predict which of the lower branches will survive to the top level. You are tempted to say that one cannot get there from here, going from the root to the uppermost branch. But you can indeed trace the maze-like connection, once you see to the top.

A man drives along a rainy street at night, trying to see through the thick falling drops to the street where he must turn. He sees that he is almost to the street and begins his turn-but something makes him pause. Suddenly a motorcycle with dim headlights surprises the man and bursts through the rain. The motorcycle passes through the space the man's car would have occupied if he had proceeded to turn. Why did the man pause his turn?

Another man puzzles over a scientific problem. He cannot make head nor tail of the problem no matter how he thinks about it. Then, while the man is sleeping before a fire, in a dream, the solution comes to him. What caused the answer to suddenly appear in a dream?

A third man struggles to climb a sheer cliff, hundreds of feet off the ground. He is tired and in a precarious position. He has to move and as he moves suddenly he feels himself start to fall. He tries to compensate but his imbalance gets worse. Suddenly he relaxes and his body moves, as if on its own, precisely to the position that allows him to recover and move on. Why did he relax when he was in danger of falling, and why did letting go of his rigid mental grip allow his "mindless body" to recover?

We can try to picture the path we need to follow in becoming next level humans. But we cannot see enough of the maze to see through to the end. Perhaps we are holding on too rigidly to our present concepts, preventing us from making the transition to concepts that would facilitate growth. Our evolution may not be smooth. Like a river, we may have to live through the floods and deluges. Ice dams may have to break to release enough hydraulic power to shape our future selves.

Some of the answers may come to us in our sleep. We will forget most of them in our "waking" to everyday life. Some of us may remember a few things. What we do with the things we remember will determine how smoothly we can make the change.

Next level humans will arrive via lateral thinking and indirection. Edward de Bono has written several books on the lateral thinking methods of problem solving, although I could get hold of few of his books online. As we learn more about how the human brain actually works we will learn better ways of using it. Then, as we learn how the human genome shapes the human brain in concert with the larger environment, we will learn better ways of making smarter humans. That frightens a lot of people.

That is because most humans are easily frightened. Most humans will not be capable of stepping beyond themselves. The habit of thinking with the group, of seeking reassurance from the group, will hold them back. Next level humans will be fiercely independent. And the next next levels will be too independent to want to use their potency to control masses of primitives and between levels. They have places to go, things to do, and much to learn.

Humans are not rational in the way computers are rational. Humans are much more. Human minds function in an indirect manner. Emotions are at the heart of the human mind. Deep within the human mind, apparently another mind resides, a mind capable of solving problems that the superficial mind has difficulty solving directly. The deeper, more indirect, mind has trouble communicating with the superficial mind. Bridging that communications gap is just one problem that independent and intelligent between-levels need to solve, to evolve.

discrimination

The mind hunts,
the heart harvests.
Therein lies
the difference
between us
and
our true selves.

bla bla bla

Alright, today I'm in a mood to babble.

*what to blog on*

*what to blog on*

*what to blog on*

enough!

AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

I keep opening this damn blog to BLOG and I keep getting stuck after the first damn paragraph. This has been happening for almost TWO WEEKS already. It's DRIVIN' ME NUTS. So many bloggable things have occurred lately, and I can't switch my laziness off enough to DO anything about it.

Like look for example, I just wrote this around 30 minutes ago:

I had been distracted from blogging and just not in the mood to acknowledge the existence of this rambling environment of my eerie nieces and nephew any longer, but somehow, I have made it. So here I am complaining about it. And seeing as 'complaining' is an art I have honed to perfection over the years, I see nothing wrong with writing a whiny post for my own personal satisfaction.

I wrote that in approximately 3.5 minutes, then for the remaining 26.5 minutes, I picked at a scab, twirled my hair around my finger till the finger turned blue and practiced touching my nose with my toe, LOL (it is so much easier to touch your right toe to your nose than your left toe, have you noticed?? check out and do tell me lol). I just can't be bothered to write, and that's seeping into all my other writing assignments, which absolutely sucks because I'm working on a presentation currently.

Ok what am I on about right now...where was I?

So yeah, blogging has somehow turned into another chore and that's never blogging's intention, is it?

Still, seeing as I'm actually WRITING this, who knows? This might get the ball rolling again and I might have the energy/inclination/desire/whatever to finally sit down and blog about. Like, how I was laughing on floor when I learned that my brother was locked up in bathroom for one hour. I know, I'm evil! *devilish laugh*

Also in today's news: I received one of those random compliments that you don't realize is a compliment until at least 8 or 9 seconds have passed, and then when you DO realize its value, a warm fuzzy feeling starts in your toes (that have just touched your nose) and travels all the way up to your ear tips. Compliment appeared as follows:

Naaz: Blah blah blah bah, and right now, she's acting like she's my best friend, which is so disturbing and totally driving me nuts.
Compliment Giver: Hehehehehe....poor you. A lot of people like to act like they're your new best friend.
Naaz: Hahahaha, that's such a funny statement! (pause, approx. 8 or 9 sec.) Oh wait, I think that's a compliment.

That was supposedly a compliment, uh? what-so-ever. However, Compliment Giver could not settle with simply complimenting me and making my day. Nope...compliment giver had to take warm fuzzy feeling away as quickly as it was bestowed. (Oh I wish I was an anonymous blogger *sigh*)

Anyways, I'll be back as I will probably get bored of being bored of the blog and hence will become unbored of the blog once more.

I am so confusing.

When/ If

For bilingual people out there…

when you - and if you actually do - think, what language do you usually think in?

Random thought

Yesterday was my niece's birthday. I bought her a box of crayons as her b'day present.
And it just made me wonder...

We could learn
a lot from crayons,
they are all different colours
and yet they live in the
same box.

Living miracle, human

human

born to perfection
and dying imperfectly
alone.
with the hopes of the after
and visions of forever.

Time to talk....

Dear pimples,

Please stop visiting my face,

I seriously don't understand you all. You need to decide, once and for all, how exactly you plan to proceed. You've already came far too many times over the course of the past few years, forcing me to stay indoors against my very nature, in order to cradle the pile of dead skin you nonchalantly shower down making my skin colorless and back and damn so painful, and I can't afford to lose anymore skin to your unreasonable whims.

I will not tolerate 'But I can't help protruding!' as an excuse any longer. I suggest you take the time to think this over and then act accordingly. It is up to you whether you choose to consider this a warning or a threat. Suffice to say, that I will no longer be showing any leniency. You do not want to suffer the consequences should I wake up one day, happen to glance in the mirror, and decide that I am fed up with the attitude you have been giving me. Remember, I can always go to some dermatologist and remove you!

Keep that in mind.

Yours,
The Fed Up Proprietress