Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Making Sense of The Landscape

Closest to your shoulders is the reptile part of your brain.  It is ancient, suspicious and impulsive.  It Wants.  There are electric circuits like veins crisscrossing the lobes sharing data from the senses.  The prefrontal cortex acts like a chariot holding tight to the reins of Want.  We often do not have a good handle on the horses of Want because our desires and our fears cause an overflow of sensory information.  It is assumed that as long as our brains are fully functional and sober, we can direct the wildness into order.  But, what if we can't?  Or won't?  What reactions are so entrenched with memory and expectation that they are doomed to disappoint?  Are there times when the horses need no restraint?  Is this why people frequently get themselves into destructive situations and beliefs?  Because they can only hold onto it for so long until the reins burst through both hands?  When is it okay to gallop?  Can one be satisfied with a fenced pasture? 

Today is one of those rare days where I feel immense compassion for our species and the big spaces of Want that we must navigate safely.  Neither controlling too tightly, nor throwing away the opportunity to influence the direction.


  1. Somedays you just wanna go to the store for smokes and keep on walking.

  2. A friend of mine said it well today: "I just want to throw a dart at a map and go where it lands."