Random ramblings of a mind damaged by years of disuse and abuse. Also a place to go to be bored to tears.
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Words to live by...
"How beautiful it is to do nothing, and to rest afterward."
(The right to looseness has been officially given)
"Everyone carries a part of society on his shoulders," wrote Ludwig von Mises, "no one is relieved of his share of responsibility by others. And no one can find a safe way for himself if society is sweeping towards destruction. Therefore everyone, in his own interest, must thrust himself vigorously into the intellectual battle."
Apparently, the crossword puzzle that disappeared from the blog, came back.
Friday, December 19, 2008
I've been thinking...
Sometimes the weirdest ideas pop into my head. Occasionally, they keep returning. Consider this:
Does the day go by faster at the north and south poles of the earth?
Time is a relative thing. We measure a day as a complete rotation of the planet. An "hour" is 1/24th of that rotation. At the equator, that would be the time it takes to move about 1000 miles. But at the pole there would be no distance at all. So what happens to time there?
What do animals dream about? Animals do dream. Just watch a sleeping dog sometime; his paws will twitch, he may bark softly. Perhaps he's chasing something. I've watched cats sleep and they do it also. When I was a child, very young, the conventional wisdom was that animals operate on instinct, not independant thought. Watching them dream tells me that isn't so. You cannot dream without some abstract thought process involved.
Following the above, do insects think? If so, is it collectively or independently?
A phrase came to mind which was triggered by one of Michael's blog posts. He mentioned that he "rearranged the furniture in [his] room" and I thought about how I think and form new opinions or new perspectives. I came up with "rearranging the furniture in my mind." That pretty much sums up the process. I just move the different perceptions (furniture) around until the arrangement makes sense. Or, sometimes, just amuses me.
I went to bed last night with a rushing sound in my ear. It's like an ocean wave, that rhythmically "shushing" sound as it breaks and then dissipates. I realize it matches my heartbeat and that it is the pulse echoed somewhere inside my right ear. It's actually relaxing, like one of those white noise generators. I slept well.
I play golf a couple of times a week. It's a strange game. Very simple, really, and it should be easy to play. But our minds get in the way. No one plays it perfectly, all golfers mess up, even the pros. The worst days are when you start thinking about the complexity of the swing. The ball is stationary. All you have to do is swing the club in an almost perfect arc down and through so that a 3 to 4 inch club face makes perfect contact with a certain quarter inch of the ball at just the right angle and with just the right amount of power so that the ball is driven through the air the proper distance and in the desired direction. Yes, just a simple thing. The best days are when you don't think at all.