Learning language helps us learn the truths offered in this
world. Conversely it starts the process of modulating truth to make it similar
to that truth understood by the teacher and those around us.
We think through each thing we identify by assigning a word
to it. We use words that we have learned apply to the object named. This takes
place as part of learning to talk and continues the rest of our lives. We do it
in the same way as we encounter new things to learn.
We follow a process in doing this. We encounter a thing, an
object, some subject with in our observation, recognize it to be different than
others known by us. Concluding we have not seen it before nor classified by
name a similar object, then we examine, analyze, review our knowledge bank for
similarity with others, then, if still new and different we then discern all
there is about a certain thing. Doing so we name it and couple the name with
all we have learned about that certain thing.
On coupling all we have learned about it with the name, we
then file it in our memory bank under that name. We take an additional step to
link it to all other names and things about those names that have been filed
before. We also continue to link that name to all other new names we learn in
this process we call thinking and remebering.
This is an interesting process by which we educate ourselves
in the things of this life.
The article describes the start of this process of learning
we undertake as infants. This process continues all of our lives. We learn with
those talents we discover we have in this life. We evoke the world about us for
information using those talents which are ours. We receive the information in
the style presented or encountered by us, using the talent we have to receive the
transmission of it. We store it in the style we have learned it.
This goes on and on, building into this beautiful databank
called our minds. Once discovered we use our minds in this process, using it in
the style we have learned it works. We learned it acts in a variety of ways.
It can take an item we encounter, measure
it, classify it, and analyze it. It will then start comparing it to other
things we know, have encountered, named, classified and stored. We then name it
and classify it by its name where it fits and link it to all of that which it
is similar and/or comparable to.
This bank we are creating grows and becomes more intricate.
At some point, having learned to do so generally, we will find our mind
reflecting on some portion of this data and will look beyond what is known
about it. The purpose of this is to learn what we can from it.
It is in doing this that our minds step out of the data
keeping function and into the conceptive intuitive function of which it is
capable. It is in this function that the data we have flowers into an
altogether different realm.
This component is often referred to as the right brain in
action, as compared to the left brain, which is the more mechanically
functioning part, more computer like, viz: our data keeper.
The reference to right brain left brain, not wholly accurate
from a pathological-neurological standpoint, serves to distinguish the
functions by reference to body part.
As such it serves us as a reference point.
The function of the right brain is wholly different from
that of the left brain.
The left brain seems designed for us to operate within the
limits of this space time dimension of which we as human beings are a part of
its material makeup. It is serial; it is sequential, passes as time passes, and
separates by classification the data it stores. It builds on itself and changes
as it works for us.
The right brain is not sequential. It operates in the now,
in the absolute present, in the immediacy of our cognitive connection with all
there is at the moment it is engaged. It uses that talents it has, applied from
the foundation of data we hold from our left brain function and interpolates
all of that as evoked from the moment in which it is engaged.
It is in this function that we as mortals transcend
ourselves as animals. We are able to create ideas from it, forge concepts, hear
music, dance with the angels and suck in all the beauty presented by it. It is
in this function that we exercise our known power of intuition, whatever
prescience we might have and know things not otherwise available to be known
from the material consequence we are in.
It is in this sphere we touch our hearts, we love others and
know gods.
Life in its concourse seems to be taking us through our
amalgamation of experience to find the door to this wonderment, to open it and
allow us to enter into it.
If all goes as it ought. It is a wonderful encounter this
life we live.
I feel blessed in that I suffer Dementia It has forced me to
stop and smell the roses; to cope and understand why I have it; to contemplate
how my entire life now at its end comes together in this learning process.
Painful as it has been getting here it is worth every twist
and turn I have taken in finally finding this insight.
Many Make it Here,
Others do not!
It is in our functioning Right Brain that we as mortals
transcend ourselves as otherwise animals. We are able to create ideas from it,
forge concepts, hear music, dance with the angels and suck in all the beauty
presented by it. It is in this function that we exercise our known power of
intuition, whatever prescience we might have and know things not otherwise
available to be known from the material consequence we are in.
It is in this sphere we touch our hearts; we love others and
know gods.
Life in its concourse seems to be taking us through our
amalgamation of experience to find the door to this wonderment, to open it and
allow us to enter into it.
If all goes as it ought it is a wonderful encounter this
life we live getting there and entering into it. I certainly feel blessed by my
AD for having done so. Painful as it has been getting here it is worth every
twist and turn I have taken in finding it.
Many Make it Here, Others do not! If this were true for
everyone Senior Life would be the Dance of the Spheres. All of us here know it
is not. Some of us having made it here look out through all of the clutter and
crap we see things are better, more meaningful, have greater purpose and
satisfaction than we’ve ever had. I speak of that in my recent post on
happiness.
HAPPINESS IS YOURS, YOURS TO FIND, YOURS
TO RELISH...
I must however strike this caveat! With the inchoate
abilities we bring with us into our lives at birth, namely: our talents, in
league with the world, coupled together they conspire against us in finding our
proper end. It is the contest, the tension between, that fuels our involvement
in this life.
From the time we are infants we delight in what we find we
can in the world and all that we can learn about it. We immerse ourselves into
the learning process and therefore immerse ourselves into this world. The
accomplishment in the learning process becomes an end in itself. The excitement
of the process, the love and grasp of what we acquire by it becomes our only
end. We do this by being alive and more so living to the fullest. The rewards
are many, most boil down to the pleasure of it.
Before we know it, we are completely caught up in what we
do. So much so that it becomes all we see. We are so focalized in this endeavor
we lose sight of all there is around us but that which we are doing. A child is
caught up in being a good child, caught up in exercising independence and
becoming self sufficient, being a good student, doing what he/she is told to
do.
Soon we find ourselves working at being a good husband/wife,
then mother/father, all along a contributing member of our community. We do
what we become and strive to do that well, whether that be job, career, current
involvement. Always, we strive to do it better.
We become pleased with the rewards of having done each
undertaking or fulfilled each task. The sense is that of accomplishment. Often
that sense of having it done takes on the form of monetary reward, or precious
gift, or adulation by others. The benefit can also be abused by us when working
and getting it become an end in themselves and not such as to lead to higher
purpose. Recognition by others or power over others stand out on the list of
benefits that can become burdens. We are such communicable beasts.
In those of us in the common and ordinary level it becomes
simply being a good mother, raising your children well. The father or mother
adds being a good provider and being good at what is done to provide.
The list of what we do and the rewards we get is endless and
it changes every step of the way. The end we seek changes with each step we
take from childhood to adulthood. It grows in adulthood leading to later years
then senior years. What is important say in the middle years can seem kind of meaningless
in the senior years.
The ends we seek keeps changing on us. To exceed at sport is
very important in one part of our lives, meaningless in others. What we have
accumulated can become and end in itself. Holding unto to what we have, seeking
more, or, flaunting it if we believe it is all there is or all we are. We do
this in such things as style of life, homes we live in, cars we drive, clothes
we wear, money we have or earn they can become our object in life.
Simply striving to be a success can be an end in itself
blinding us to all else about us. This is a complication if not a disease of
the middle years. Too many of us succumb, becoming blind to love, family,
friends, any other of the elements of life available to us at the time and go
no further enlightening ourselves with the world.
This can be excused by the crunch of time in the style of
life we live. I refer here to the time we are at that age busying ourselves
with all of the responsibilities we are trying to keep in balance. Unlike the pastoral
life of the farmer who has the time to think as he rides the tractor in the
field, the organization urbanite is not given this time. She/he must scoot from
one thing to the next, never look up, look out or over, just concentrate on
what is at hand and move along with it.
All there is for the middleager in this society in which we
live is to keep up. Keeping up with all there is to do take all the time and
energy we have. In middle age we are driven in this way to be what we have
become, then to hold on and fulfill the responsibilities of whatever that is.
That becomes all engrossing.
It is during this time and as we are in this process that we
lose sight. We become completely what we are. Doing so we forget “Who We Are!”
“What We Are”, what we are about and what is about us becomes all there is.
This becomes our reality and we believe this is all the reality there is.
Anything that impugns that reality diminishes us personally.
We are so invested in what we are, what we have, what we’ve become that, and
that is all there is.
This puts at risk of losing our way. This can cause us to
remain stuck in the endeavors of our mid-life, never able to go beyond.