"We are neural beings," states Berkeley cognitive scientist George Lakoff. "Our brains take their input from the rest of our bodies. What our bodies are like and how they function in the world thus structures the very concepts we can use to think. We cannot think just anything - only what our embodied brains permit."
His new book Philosophy In The Flesh, coauthored by Mark Johnson, makes the following points: "The mind is inherently embodied. Thought is mostly unconscious. Abstract concepts are largely metaphorical."
It's interesting to me that these authors conclude that the body determines what the mind can think. I read one of their previous books, Metaphors We Live By, with great enthusiasm. I suspect for the academically trained mind they're probably right. For some others, their mind embodies more than just their physical body, and they can "think outside the box". What I don't understand at times, however, is what for? Why can't people like me be satisfied with thinking inside the body? What has it ever gotten me to have extended my thinking to the universal level?
I think my oldest daughter of my second marriage must be mad at her entire mother's family for inviting me to her second wedding. I don't think my accepting bodes well for "a good time was had by all." All any of those people are gonna think about is my tendency to reach for physical violence to resolve my self-induced crisis. Maybe that's why I got et up by arthritis. To remove that threat.
I don't know why I'm going to this wedding. it may just be to get rid of the arithtis. If I should show up as a hopeless cripple, that sight alone should not only alleviate their deepest fears of my infamous temper, but until I grant them that boon, my bones gonna ache 'til my dying day.
I don't really believe that. I was afraid of my father until the day he died. The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom. Ever since my father died, I've been getting stolid and clearly un-wiser. It's not a choice. All of it is blasphemy of the spirit. I have to let it go now to have a choice then. The present indications are that I'll die from doing something stupid. I think I'll be chastising myself for being an idiot when I croak. No blame. There will less baggage to tote to the other side.
If there's anything I really wish for upon the event of my death it's that I'll have forgotten what it's like to be human. I wanna start the next round of event as innocently as possible. If I were to be allowed to affect my future life in any way from the grave, it would be to remain as innocent as possible for as long as possible, If such were so, would I be setting myself up again for autism?
Everybody I know says there's no acceptable reason to hit a woman. I think they're wrong. There are things that a woman can do to a man that she deserves to be killed for, much less punched in the face. The legal execution of females by the state have taken place in every state in the union, and in every land all over the world. Wives are convicted for plotting the deaths of their husbands and children on a constant basis. Sometime a punch in the mouth can prevent a catastrophe. Sometimes not.
One woman in Texas is currently been charged with poisoning and murdering her last five husbands for the insurance money. There certainly are acceptable reasons for hitting a woman in the face or any other tactic available to defend oneself against being murdered or driven insane. Marriages should be arranged by a disinterested third parties. There should be a law against people like me ever getting married for any reason. Even if we get women pregnant. They should be forced to marry somebody responsible whether they liked it or not.
My marriages have interfered with my total lack of responsibility. My natal astrology chart shows as clear as a bell that I'm supposed to be free of traditional responsibilities this life time. I'm thinking maybe I oughta go ahead and die with this body in order to go back and get my default settings reinstalled. But, I don't seem able to resist those last minute impulse buying sprees that pop up at my weakest moments.
I disclaim knowing the truth about anything. I write the stuff I do here to amuse or to entertain myself. Sometimes, while in disingenuous moods, I tell myself I'm just exploring drifting thoughts in order to find something outrageous to say, but more often than not, it's just the same ol' shit.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
