Go to the url above for the scoop. I don’t know enough to say anything about it but wow. All the recent cutting edge discoveries are making me a little nervous, however. As a member of homo sapiens I wonder if we’re getting a little too big for our britches–at least our humane britches?
I reached a milestone in human development this week–I got on the cusp of nearly almost approaching late middle age when I took 2 Pepto Bismol tablets (which are for diarrhea) to cure my constipation…..still suffering from my action.
…Birds can be secretive creatures, staying high in the treetops or deep in the underbrush. Even those in plain sight often move startlingly quickly, appearing as hardly more than a flash of color, a blur of wings. Except for the background sound of birdsong, many people are never aware of how many birds — or how few — they share the world with.
Apps like iNaturalist from National Geographic and the California Academy of Sciences help to close that gap, functioning as both electronic field guides and vast data-collection devices. They learn as we learn, improving with every photo and map pin we upload, helping experts understand a planet undergoing profound change. But what of the vast number of birds we never see, those we only hear? To offer that feature — one that accurately and consistently recognizes birds by sound alone — would be the birding equivalent of finding…
The roots of the arts “date back in deep history to the genetic origins of the human brain, and are permanent.” So writes Edward O. Wilson in one of my favorite books, Consilience, 1998….
“While biology has an important part to play in scholarly interpretation, the creative arts themselves can never be locked in by this or any other discipline of science. The reason is that the exclusive role of the arts is the transmission of the intricate details of human experience by artifice to intensify aesthetic and emotional response. Works of art communicate feeling directly from mind to mind, with no intent to explain why the impact occurs. In this defining quality, the arts are the antithesis of science. (p 218)
“….Several special powers were granted the arts by the genetic evolution of the brain. First is the ability to generate metaphors with ease and move them fluidly from one context to another.” Wilson maintains that metaphors, the “building blocks of creative thought,” are the consequence of spreading activation of the brain during learning.
Wilson also recognizes the importance of our natural environment for our present and future. On page 278 he writes, “What we idealize in nature and seek to re-create is the peculiar physical and biotic environment that cradled the human species. The human body and mind are precisely adapted to this world , notwithstanding its trials and dangers, and that is why we think it beautiful. In this respect Homo sapiens conforms to a basic principle of organic evolution, that all species prefer and gravitate to the environment in which their genes were assembled. It is called ‘Habitat selection.’
“There lies survival for humanity, and there lies mental peace, as prescribed by our genes. We are consequently unlikely ever to find any other place or conceive of any other home as beautiful as this blue planet was before we began to change it.”
He may not have won the election but he appears to have won the attack on the quality of our humanity. Who will be left to wash our mouths out? What are we teaching our children about assertiveness versus aggression, or the ability to manage our anger and…yes, nastiness? Who can be the cleverest with personal invectives? “Do as I say, not as I do” cannot be asserted any more, because we’re not even endorsing politeness by example.
He has taught us how to fight dirty, and dragged much of our culture down with him, both Republicans and Democrats, and with it fed paranoia. It’s a competition of who can be most degrading. Being empathic does not mean condoning dangerous, destructive, illogical or spiteful behavior. Can we no longer model intelligence without invective? I don’t mean to preach, but Gee Whiz, guys!
Two books I still honor from the past are Your Perfect Right: A Guide to AssertiveLiving by Robert Alberti and Michael L. Emmons and When Anger Hurts: Quieting the Storm Within by Matthew McKay. Personally I prefer Thriftbooks.com for the goldie oldies.
Like a chunk of melting ice, we lose a part of ourselves with time (which doesn’t exist, remember)…
The watchman with a microscope sees his underfooting melt and float away, leaving the captain of the fleet more vulnerable.
I lost a part of me today, and will tomorrow also. The longer I live now, the less there is of me. Finally the early memories remain, and I am stripped in my naked animal vulnerability.
Catxman dances, Catxman spins around, leaps ....... // I sing a song, a song of hope, a song of looove -- a song of burning roses. / Synthesizer notes. // (c) 2021-22