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Writing about life and arts

life

  • The banality of doing what we’re told gets bottle-necked at the top of free will. Eventually, one balks at the factory of someone else’s to-do lists. We do what punctures the heart. When we feel compelled to create life intentionally, the very bottom of our souls opens up. But outsourcing the work to robots is…

  • We are exchanging advice, ideas, and information all the time, in effect trading minds with each other. Yet, within that knowledge transfer also oozes emotion. Stress is as contagious as a sneeze. If a family member or we bring tension home, it spreads like a virus to everyone in the house. The obstacle becomes an…

  • Patience is scarce. It’s uncomfortable too be slow. The brain favors fast consumption and impulsive creation over a calm, tortoise-y pace. We are the products of our attention, dabbling, doing, taking away nothing of significance. Internet culture emphasizes moving on to the next one as fast as possible. The pause, whether it’s enforced in the…

  • Unentangled from our preferences, we run free to drift back and forth between disparate thoughts. After all, that is free will, the ability to hop like frogs on lily pads between choices — even rejecting the one we want on purpose. The predetermined life is pretty dull, as any imagined utopia where patterns materialize to…

  • The mind, that jumpy thing. Scatterbrained, we wade through the attention waves only to catch the most glaring one. Whether we can ride it out or instantly collapse depends on the current of luck and skill. Less the undertow scare us with malicious intent, the body resurfaces to indulge in playfulness all over again. The…