What is the fastest way to devolve... the greased chute to lose your vibration? To move yourself to the horizontal plane...
Sometimes I write articles to solve an issue for myself... Tai calls this chess-like assiduity... lol.
Sometimes I write articles to address and issue one or more clients are dealing with... and help them solve it for themselves. Because, remember, when things don't go well... there is something that you don't know/don't see
And sometimes I write articles to prevent an issue for a client, and issue that is predictably coming.
This article fits category two and three... Some clients are struggling with an issue the other clients are about to encounter...
The issue is devolving. Greased chute to hell... Not a happy issue, is it?
Homo Sapiens, as a species, is pretty messed up. Everything sets its emotions off, and the specimen gets all emotional, angry, afraid, violent, or sad and depressed.
This emotional reactivity makes getting things done near impossible, learning, or having people together pretty hopeless.
Almost all diseases are a consequence of this phenomenon... people eat to soothe themselves. People eat to eat another out of their fortune. People eat to feel superior. People eat to get some enjoyment out of life.
I had an experience this morning that made me look and made me ponder.
The number of times my site is recommended by google has dropped to one third in the past two-three months.
I wasn't sure why... so yesterday they told me: it is because I am not getting any visitors from Pinterest. That is weird... why would I want get any visitors from Pinterest, and if I did... what would they want on my site? I don't sell clothes, pretty nick-knacks... that is what Pinterest users want, right? Pretty stuff...
I monitor visitor behavior on my site... to see how they treat my articles... I spend a few minutes a week, in the morning. It often gives me an idea of what to write about, what to teach next.
This article is a result of that few minutes of looking today.
Oh, I mostly look at people who signed up to get an email notification each time I publish a new article... by the way. Those people have expressed interest, so I want to see what people who say "I am interested" are doing.
There are two kinds of "readers" that I have detected.
The first kind reads the whole article, reads the footnotes, and then returns later and reads the article again.
The second kind skims the articles. Skims 2-3 articles per minute, looking for something interesting to read.
Rob Brezsny writes: U2's singer Bono, says that all of us suffer from the sense that something's missing from our lives. We imagine that we lack an essential quality or experience, and its absence makes us feel sad and insufficient. French philosopher Blaise Pascal referred to this emptiness as "a God-shaped hole." Bono adds that "you can never completely fill that hole," but you may find partial fixes through love and sex, creative expression, family, meaningful work, parenting, activism, and spiritual devotion. I bring this to your attention, because I have a strong suspicion that in the coming weeks you will have more power to fill your God-shaped hole than you've had in a long time.
If you look at Bono's take on the human condition, that we are designed to be forever somewhat unfulfilled, to experience a gnawing black hole in our insides, what Bono calls the "god-shaped hole" a 3% truth value statement... then, muscle test says, the truth part is that some things provide temporary relief, reprieve from the feeling of that emptiness, but it is his list that is flawed... not the idea: him including meaningful work, for example, don't belong to the list. Neither does creative expression... the rest: it depends on you. Parenting could fulfill you, but often you don't know what the heck you are doing, so it leaves the hole unfilled.
I have a magnet on my refrigerator door that says: Cats leave paw prints on your heart.
And they do. You remember your pets fondly... and often.
I remember one woman, often, and fondly, even though she was an enigma to me.
We met at the psych ward and spent some time, every day, together. I met her husband, son, and mother in law... whom I knew from work: she was an acoustic engineer advising me when I was the architect for acoustic practice rooms for the Hungarian Academy of Music.