Spoon fed sweet comfort
In our mouths can make us doze
Which feels so nice
Like lying on pillows in a limo
Being driven, in our softest dreams,
Along a gorgeous path
To a bed where a smile and soothing words
Cross any missing meaning
Behind our backs.
故事,你跑到哪里去啊? 你为什么离开了我? 我是否虐待了你？破坏你的情节的逻辑呢？ 不走向你必然的结论？ 还是你以为我对你不忠，跟其它的故事发生关系？我到底是犯了什么罪？
现在我只是一个单独的字在一本空白的书。。。每天我没事做， 我只能从第一页跑到第二百页， 连一个卑贱的标点符号都没有。。
There are no real solids and Buckminister Fuller
Explained that love is a kind of metaphysical gravity
So, as love begins, being swells and surges,
Like when you emerged from foam onto silica,
And I emitted an oscillation through space time,
Along with a transfer of energy, and you waved back.
from Evolutionary Emotion Theory in Education
...evolutionary psychology’s definition of emotion can be inferred from two things already mentioned: first, from the observation that emotions stretch across biological, cognitive and social categories, thus, seemingly, resisting neat categorization and frustrating attempts at definition and, second, from the notion of a mind composed of numerous software programs governing our biological, cognitive, and social functioning in a manner that produces adaptive behaviour. Put those two notions together and a definition emerges- emotions are superordinate programs that coordinate subordinate programs, activating, overriding, deactivating and altering the parameters of those programs, harmonizing them so that responses are adaptive.
Or imagine- first, one’s ideal mate in the nude, then, second, going off to find food for that mate and hearing a predator approaching, and finally, escaping from the predator, returning home, and finding one’s ideal mate copulating with one’s rival. These three different situations would bring about different changes within a person, changes involving heart rate, cognition, attention, valuation, motor systems, motivational, assessment, recall and much more. Although the many ‘software programs’ that bring about these numerous changes are adaptations, they are also adaptations which themselves can create an adaptive problem, in that these numerous programs must be coordinated with each other, to achieve an adaptive result appropriate to the circumstances. What would happen if a deadly predator approaching predisposed a person to brood over one’s romantic history, or a romantic opportunity brought on a fight or flight response? Thus, lust can be understood as a coordination of numerous systems in the body and mind, as can fear, or jealousy.
The idea that emotion harmonizes numerous physiological and cognitive systems is consonant with modern scientists’ conviction that emotion is inexplicably intertwined with other types of cognition, including rationality, decision-making, creativity, memory, and the like. Evolutionary psychologists view the more traditional stance of cognitive psychology- that ‘thinking’ and ‘feeling’ are different- as a fundamental error, believing that a proper perspective should lead to a fully integrated structure.
This is a structure which ties together not only emotion and cognition, but also long-enduring aspects of human experience like parenting, eating, alliance, foraging, and mating. If these types of situations have been recurrent throughout millions of years of history, and reproductive fitness dependent on adaptive behaviour within those situations, then perhaps much of our mental life, including emotion, simply cannot be understood without reference to these ‘evolutionary themes’.
Spying on two old people through their living room window
I can see how it ends
In the grey-blue rust on the shadows of these social security ghosts,
As they melt slowly into furniture,
Floating in a daydream bowl of half-yellow darkness.
And as I wait for the subway to start I pace
Then perch and rub my hands, watching like a pigeon these statues,
As they sit
Like the old expressionless mountains
Wrinkled into their faces,
Unthinkably remote, grand, and completely past everything
Within the polish and flow of our world,
Its clockwork humming in their soft purple veins
The stomach sand of sad songs.