Monday, 29 February 2016

Reading novels when I was a child.

It's peculiar, but as an adult I very rarely can be bothered to read a novel again. As a child I used to read the same books over and over and over again, especially Enid Blyton books. Maybe once a year I would read all the famous Five, all the 8 adventure books, the 15 Fatty books etc. And the Narnia and Jennings books over and over again.

I think I perhaps just enjoyed reading children's books vastly more. They were about characters I cared about, which I could visit again in the next book in the series etc.


As an adult there's only a handful I've read a second time. Shogun . . umm . .and I'm struggling to think of anything else.

Sunday, 28 February 2016

We are heroes

We are all heroes and heroines in this life. When things are bleak, or in the face of adversity, we square our shoulders, look reality in the face and soldier on. Do not let adversity bend us. We are all heroes . .we are all special . . gaze scornfully at adversity. She is a mistress that can be, and will be contained.

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Soul relocating to my younger self.

I'm just wondering what it would be like if my soul travelled back in time and inhabited my 13 year old body? I'm guessing I'd lose my current intelligence, but yet retain my current memories as an adult. But if I do keep my memories, it seems I might understand more on, say, something like philosophical issues, than I originally did when I was 13. But I wouldn't understand as much as I do now.

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Classic Sesame Street - "Inch Worm"



A subversive message to children suggesting that reality consists of more than its quantifiable aspects and that colours, smells and beauty really truly exist! They are not just illusions like the modern western metaphysic holds. On the other hand I do have a propensity to read too much into things..

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Journey on the train of life.

We're all on this train. We do not know where our fellow passengers come from, not even where we ourselves come from. Perhaps people just materialise out of nothingness, or perhaps people just don't remember. And we do not know where people will go when they finally get off the train. But we know we will finally get off at some point. To some strange destination, or to oblivion -- we do not know. Meanwhile the train and its inhabitants are our world -- the only world we know. Let's read, chat with our fellow passengers, play games. Something to do before we alight from the train to our new strange destination, or to oblivion.

Saturday, 13 February 2016

On Quora: "How does it feel like to have an IQ of 140?"

From here:

A certain Chris Hayward responds:

To be honest, it sucks. I have an IQ of 146. By most stats and graphs that is considered Genius and in the 0.1%. Most people would envy it but it's not worth it to be honest. My intelligence actually meant I failed most subjects at school that didn't interest me.
Yes that's the problem with being intelligent, failing subjects at school as one finds them boring. Much easier to pass subjects if one is thick because then you wouldn't realise they're not interesting! :D

The myths and traditions of death

 An interesting Guardian article : It is worth reminding ourselves that the vast majority of our ancestors saw the world in a very different...