niedziela, 30 października 2011

Depressive realism

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depressive_realism

W gruncie rzeczy zawsze tak uważałem. Problem więc sprowadza się do narzucenia sobie odpowiednich urojeń. Tylko czy w ogóle należy to robić z etycznego i rzecz jasna ontologicznego punktu widzenia? Bycie "szczęśliwym" jest etycznie co najmniej podejrzane, a poznawczo wciskanie się w urojenia to wszak całkowite przeciwieństwo poszukiwania "prawdy" o rzeczywistości. Hm?

sobota, 1 października 2011

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I was attempting to repair my Mother's garage door when no one was home. I had just finished my first year as a Master's student in Biology and had always been a fairly good handyman so I thought this should be no problem. The previous owners had jury-rigged everything, and the garage door spring was no different. As I removed a wooden plate across the spring that shouldn't have been there, the high-tension spring broke ripping through my thumb and forearm. My thumb was hanging by the strip of skin between the thumb and pointer-finger and I could see at least one bone in my forearm. Bleeding profusely I crawled through a window (the garage door was stuck down), grabbed a rag to apply pressure and called 911. I crawled to the end of the driveway, hoping someone would see me and tried to stay on the phone with 911 as blood was gushing out of me. As time went on (this was a house out in the country) I felt ever more calm and relaxed. I remember thinking "this really isn't that bad". As I became more and more tired I finally told the 911 operator apologetically that I had to let her go because I was dieing. I set down the phone I let the warm comfort come over me. It was literally the most comfortable feeling I have ever felt in my life. Imaging curling up in a warm blanket on a cold, rainy day with the woman you love, and then multiply that by 100. As I slipped out of consciousness I knew I was dieing and at last lost consciousness. As the black came on, everything that was me slipped away. I became nothing and it was the most extraordinary moment of my life. I not only accepted the seemingly inevitable but truly embraced the loss of my identity. Dissolving into nothingness was the most comforting feeling I have ever had.


I was assumed dead by the sheriff who first arrived on the scene and was brought back (no heart rate) en route to the hospital. I vividly remember coming back and I assure you it was the most horrifying experience I have ever had. Not only did the pain of the injury come rushing back, but also every possible emotional tribulation and pain I had felt. It was as though I escaped every emotion and feeling in life and then all of a sudden it was thrust upon me again. I felt as though it was like being a baby again and then having all of the tribulations of growing up thrust upon me instantaneously.


RooMagoo


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