Topics in psychology presented by Futurism.
A Fish Out Of Water
Have you ever woken up one day and discovered everything you thought you knew was wrong? The Brontosaurus is not a real dinosaur, Pluto is not a planet, and, even though my birthday is April 9, I am not an Aries.
On the cusp
An investigation of calendric determinism I was supposed to be born, well, today. March 2nd is six weeks to the day after January 19th, and if I’d been six weeks premature in the Kennedy era, I likely wouldn’t be here to write this.
A number is displayed on a smartphone. It turns the owner dumb. There seem to be several extra zeros in a rectangle labeled “account balance” than there ought to. This is the reason behind the phone-owner’s utter befuddlement. This person, slowly regaining their mental faculties, does not rightly believe these deceptive zeros. They only logged into their online banking account in order to transfer money to their housemate for rent. Instead, they are greeted with a highly bolstered bank balance. Believing this wealth to be theirs would be foolhardy, as its presence in this humble person’s usually skimpy bank account is most likely an errore and would, thus, be immediately invoiced for. And besides, zeros are not to be trusted. Ordinarily, a zero means nothing. It literally, in the most literal sense of that word, means nothing. But when given an extra number to tail, why, this meaningless (in the literal sense) zero magically means much. No no, they are untrustworthy, shifty characters. Or rather, shifty numerals… or voids. Values. Yes, treacherous, treacherous things. Despite the person’s diligent wariness, hope begins rising unsolicited in their mind. The person begins drifting off into all the joyful things that they might spend these wondrous zeros on. Stop that, they warn themselves. Already, their flippant emotions are falling for the trickery of the zero. The person digs deeper into their banking app, eyes glazed over yet focused on the bright rectangle in their hand. Wedged between an $11.20 purchase from “Aussie Goodies Pty L Sydney” and a $13.30 purchase from “Y & G Foods Pty Ltd Redfern” was the deposit in question: one rather wholesome and trustworthy ‘2,’ followed by six zeros; $20000.00, a weighty number, with a certain presence to it. Four of these zeros are highly valuable and two of the zeros are entirely worthless (separated by a single ‘.’ the blasted things cannot even agree on the same value in one amount). The person finds a clue: “Don’t forget the e,” reads the transaction description. ‘E?’ The person asks themself, What ‘E’? How could I forget something I don’t even know! And their brain rattles off a barrage of protons in every direction as they chase down mental leads. Gangs! Bikies! They “sling” the “E,” don’t they??? I have been mistakenly paid for services I most certainly did not render! Their thoughts spiral. They lead the person down a hypothetical future of fugitive-style fleeing from gun-toting cadillac-driving baddies in the Midwest of the United States of America. That seems to be what happens in the movies. Of course, this person is in Sydney, Australia, so that hypothetical future is rather unlikely. Tucked away in the person’s utilitarian work-issue multi-pocketed black shorts, rife with zippers and velcro, is a little black book and a pen, bound together by the book’s elastic. The person pulls it out. They write down a big word in the middle of two pages “OPTIONES.” The seam of the book goes right through it and it ends up looking like “OPT” and “IONES.” The person tries to figure out what that might be an omen of, gives up, and writes “COPS” in the top left and “SKIP TOWN” in the top right. They ponder it. They scribble out the added ‘E,’ having never spelt that word wronge before in their life.
I had a dream. Almost immediately I felt the urge to capture it like a photograph before it was dissolved and forever lost in the motion of existence.
What's My Sign?
What's my sign? I would say STOP fits me perfectly, I even like the shape. YIELD is probably more accurate and who can argue with triangles? Oh, you mean my Zodiac sign? Seriously, are you serious? I mean, come on, no one buys into that. Okay, okay... I will look it up just to prove it's nonsense. According to the Zodiac rules, I am a Capricorn... a goat, because my birthday falls between December 22 and January 19. Makes perfect sense.
Guess my Sign
Man, I may be a medical student (peep them anatomy flash cards), but I love me some mystical weird stuff. I've always liked the spirituality involved with meditation as well as the scientifically proven benefits of clarity and stress-relief. I'm intrigued by the reflective practice of Magick and how it can help people broaden their perspectives. I even regularly shuffle through my Wild Unknown tarot deck to reflect on where I am and where I want to be, though I can't say I believe in the divination part. So naturally, I have thought a lot about my zodiac sign, and I guess you can say I have an interesting relationship with it.
The “Other” Version of the Two Wolves Parable.
! The “Other” Version of the Two Wolves Parable. ! It is said that inside every person, there are two figurative wolves
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, what is the point!
Prologue: Have you ever wondered what the point of everything is? I mean we live our lives every day; we wake up, eat breakfast, go to work or go to school, eat lunch, work some more, study some more, go home, prepare supper, eat supper, for some, watch a little bit of television, go to sleep and do everything all over again.
My Everlasting Future As A Writer
Never thought I’d be 23. Doesn’t seem like an age anyone considers. Damn near said ‘BEND’ to a Drippy King. I can’t contest with the mounds of Hollister dogs barking at horny ghosts. I just stray black and wear my picket fences out behind the dog-pound — shock-collar a few hoes and stay as focussed on my money as I can. Seems like a not-to-do list? Our life of constance really must’ve taken so many lives over time here on Earth. I think the amount of suicide built around depraved individuals seeking another way — something else worth something more — an emotion that doesn’t come with baggage… I thought about my dead friend today. ‘Why’ never crossed my mind — I only thought to tell him that we’re still suffering here — still striving — still trying to make it better. I’m sure he’s somewhere worth his time. Somewhere not wasted. That inherent threat that Death carries isn’t more than someone shouting for curtain call. Then the curtains raise and the whole world is watching. You perform and when the show is over — the story has been told — you walk off. Maybe go get some food or drinks with friends, maybe go home to your lover for a hug, maybe walk the streets alone dreaming ‘that show never ended.’ It’s a personal preference universe. Something each of us take into consideration when we awake day by day; what’ll it be today, Doctor? Something new? The usual? I try and not pay attention to the crowd so much nowadays. Every performer needs intermission… and so does the audience! Time to get popcorn and a drink. Quarantine doesn’t even create fulfillment. Those that pray for the audience though won’t step out when it’s time for a quick change. I call sickness! I call depravity! My witched dreams full of crucifix and seasoned bread spoiled water. My body is quiet and my mind is curling. Day by day the Doctor says, “Hold.” I find no time to relapse. I find the same audience as yesterday. Waiting to be amused, made to laugh, to giggle and forget. Just for a moment. A springtime virus to be held for ransom. My sickness hasn’t passed. Only another day on the stage that leaves at noon. I had a good day to start. Only when I arrived at my car to find I had a parking ticket.
Turn on. Tune in. Drop out.
These famous words were said by Harvard Psychologist Timothy Leary in 1966. In the following year, Harvard. In the following year, he gathered 30.000 hippies in Golden Gate Bridge in San Fransisco to start new counterculture revolution. Obviously, he wasn’t aware at that time that he was actually igniting something unfathomable.
How Data, Information, Knowledge, And Wisdom Are Related To One Another But Different
Data can be anything like the name of a person or a place or a number, etc. Data are most useful when they are interpreted and processed to determine the true meaning, at which point data becomes what is called information. Thus, information is data processed in a way that makes it meaningful to the person who receives it via any means of communication.
The science of thinking
Why is this important when discussing the nature of thinking? Well, because it is this very same concept that has bought about the current state of what we view as right and what we view as wrong. Our choice isn’t fully based on reason and fact but similarly on our emotional nature. And this is what gives use our understanding of what is right and what is wrong. From the facile to the laborious decisions. Our emotional views play a role just as important as our logical view when it comes to enabling policies. Now of course the main obvious truth about this concept, is that if it is true then it means that no one can ever be right.