parents – Harmonia Philosophica

Give care. Give love. For ever…

Robbie Pinter’s 21-year-old son, Nicholas, is upset again. He yells. He obsesses about something that can’t be changed. Even good news may throw him off.

So Dr. Pinter breathes deeply, as she was taught, focusing on each intake and release. She talks herself through the crisis, reminding herself that this is how Nicholas copes with his autism and bipolar disorder.

“This has happened before”, she tells herself. “It’s nowhere near as bad as before, and it will pass”. (1)

Think of time as a dimension.
Then travel back to that dimension.
Go and see Pinter as he tries to calm.
Go and see Pinter as he loves his child.

This has happened before.

And it is always happening…

Give love. For ever…

[written on 1/8/2014]

Changed self. Life. Acting. Loving.

When thinking about the future, some people think they will change, and others expect they might remain the same. But, how do these predictions relate to happiness later on in their lives? According to new research from the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA), expecting ourselves to remain mostly the same over the next ten years is strongly related to being happier later in life. The research is published in Social Psychological and Personality Science.

One would assume that if people make optimistic predictions about the future, such as “thinking they will become more compassionate and intelligent in the future,” as Joseph Reiff (UCLA) suggests, “they would end up becoming happier in the years that follow.” What Reiff and colleagues found however, surprised them.

“The more people initially predicted that they would remain the same — whether predicting less decline or less improvement across a number of core traits — the more satisfied they typically were with their lives ten years later,” says Reiff. (1)

We have idolized change.

But can anything change?

Whatever you do you will always be you.

Unless you choose not to.

But even then, this is you.

Trying to be someone else.

Life as a theater play. And we are all actors. Others perform well, others not so much. But only a handful of us remember that at the end of the play, we will retreat backstage and go back home again…

Only a handful or us remember that the play is not important…

Hello daughter! I’ve been waiting for you…

It was a terrible play dad.

I didn’t watch it. Come. Dinner is on the table…

Robotic tutors. Hubris…

The use of robotic tutors in primary school classrooms is one step closer according to research recently published in the open access journal Frontiers in Computational Neuroscience. (1)

We are afraid to be parents.

And we like our children to teach us.

We hated our Father.

Because we, His children, knew better…

The fascism of scientism has a name: Richard Dawkins… “The state needs to ‘protect’ children from religion and their… parents” (!)

In an interview prior to a speech at Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland, last week, Dawkins told the media that parents have too much influence in their children’s education, especially when it comes to religion.

“There is a balancing act and you have to balance the rights of parents and the rights of children, and I think the balance has swung too far towards parents,” Dawkins told the Irish Times. “Children do need to be protected so that they can have a proper education and not be indoctrinated in whatever religion their parents happen to have been brought up in.”

He added, “You have to write off those people” who value the Bible over science.

Dawkins was in Ireland, along with physicist Lawrence Krauss as part of a tour promoting Arizona State University’s Origins Project. “And parents of course have concerns and a say, but they don’t have the right to shield their children from knowledge,” Krauss said. “That’s not a right any more than they have the right to shield their children from health care or medicine. And those parents that do that are often tried and imprisoned when they refuse to allow their children to get blood transfusions or whatever is necessary for their health. And this is necessary for their mental health.” [1]

Meet the religion of today.

It is not called religion and yet it is.

It is called “Love for science”, a.k.a. “scientism”.

Practiced by people BELIEVING that science will answer all metaphysical questions, even when these are not even part of the realm of science.

Meet the new fascism.

It is not called fascism.

It is called “Love for knowledge”.

Practiced by people who believe only their knowledge is the correct one. By people who speak for tolerance and yet they are intolerant to any other opinion than their own.

Meet the old religion.

In the beginning it was not called religion either.

It was called “Love”.

Practiced by people who just believed in… love. By people who had answered all the great metaphysical problems. In their heart. Now. By people who were tolerant, even to their enemies while they slaughtered them.

Now go and watch out of the window.

Is the rain coming?

Separated. Crying. Alone.

A team of 30 specialists at Nationwide Children’s hospital in Ohio have successfully separated Acen and Apio Akello, 11-month-old twins who were conjoined at the hip and spine.

It was a complex procedure that lasted 16 hours, requiring the delicate separation of the Ugandan girls’ spines, muscles and nerves, according to a Nationwide Children’s press release. It’s unclear how much longer the girls will need to stay at the hospital, but doctors say they’re healthy and that their lives are about to change forever.

“We have the potential at Nationwide Children’s to take two patients who would never have been able to have a normal life as they were before and make them into two separate individuals who, I expect, will have healthy and normal lives,” said Dr. Gail Besner, chief of Pediatric Surgery at the hospital.. (1)

Separated from our creator.

Separated from our mother.

Separated from our parents.

Separated from the universe. Still looking our place in it.

Parts of the cosmos. With the illusion of difference.

Thrown in the cosmos. And left alone.

Crying.

For the simplest of reasons imaginable…