Ever have one of those semesters at school where everything you thought you knew is questioned and begins to change?
Well, that is essentially happening to me. I am diving into the world of cognitive neurosciene and it is just wild. Our brain . . . is simply amazing. Anyway, the one problem with all of this is that these changes are happening so fast and at such a deep level that it is almost overwhelming.
Anyway, today I went to the "Quad" at my Uni which is right next to the river. It was such a beautiful day that I took my book and just laid down on the grass in the sunshine and hung out for the better part of the afternoon.
After having read a while, I put my book down and tried some meditation. I wrote down my experiences.
" There seems to be a lack of smell here; if I close my eyes, the sound of the passing cars sounds extremely similar to waves crashing on a beach. The wind gently carrasses my skin, kissing away the warm touch of the sun. There is not a cloud in the sky which is of an intense azure blue. I can see the sunlight reflecting off of hundreds of thousands of blades of grass, each swaying in it's individual dance as the wind rushes through, and yet, each remains connected to the whole. And underneath it all, always present, lies the moist, firm support of earth, gently holding everything up, impregnating those who are willing and receptive with it's energy.
All matter is just a representation of energy. Therefore, all energy affects all matter as matter and energy are basically different physical manifestations of the same thing. Our thoughts, ideas and intentions are electrical signals shot from neuron to neuron within our brain. In essence, our thoughts are another form of energy.
Therefore, our thoughts, ideas and intentions affect all of the matter around us."
As a side note, for those of you who may care, I have begun to study ethics beginning with Socrates. The Father of ethics claimed that he who does not know himself is incapable of behaving ethically because he can not know the relative definitions of "good", "just" and "virtuous" when applied to himself and therefore cannot act upon them. Indeed, Socrates claims that he who does not know himself is doomed to an unhappy and miserable existance.
The writings of Shakespeare have been having a similar affect on me. Sonnet 73 and 116 specifically. I do not understand how the words that these men spoke or wrote hundreds of years ago can span the Eons to rock some kids world.