Behaviorism had the misfortune of being developed by minds with little philosophical depth, who relied on sound experiments but drew flawed conclusions. It certainly taught us a thing or two, but it is now little more than a relic in modern psychology. This is a shame. There was a vast field for proving, through endless avenues, the following truth: man is drawn to the human; the ox to the bovine. Always.
Category: Notes
If an Author Takes a Moment to Reflect…
If an author takes a moment to reflect, he will discover that he always has something to teach someone. And if, instead of following the irresistible tendency to imitate what others have done, he focuses on teaching, to the best of his ability but with sincerity and purity of intention, what he knows to those who do not, he will surely gain at least one good reader. But it turns out that, in doing so, he discovers that he knows more than he thought, learns more than he knew before, and manages, all at once, to grow and create something of value.
The Problem With Writing an “Ode to the Futile”…
The problem with writing an “ode to the futile,” as some poets have done, is that the moment the reader encounters such a poem, continuing to read it means accepting the role of someone interested in the author’s trivialities. Most, of course, accept it, and accept it enthusiastically, and such a poem may possess the genius of resembling, through its words, a television program. But here’s the thing: no one is interested in programs from the past decade, because everything futile possesses this attribute that condemns it to oblivion—it is, necessarily, transient.
Irony Is a Delight
Irony is a delight. Irresistible, at times. And for some temperaments, essential. But it is difficult not to see where it leads, or rather, it is difficult not to see the effects of its prolonged, regular practice on the practitioner’s personality. To understand this, it is enough to investigate where one’s motivation stems from. There are forms of irony that, in short, uplift; others degenerate. And this is perceived not by the reactions they provoke, but by the sentiment the ironist nurtures within himself. To always sit at the table, to center one’s life on scathing criticism, is something that should only be done with a constructive and purifying purpose.