tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129862.post114218733382047132..comments2023-06-01T10:57:38.936-04:00Comments on Thoughts and life Journal: Evolution evolves emotionsDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10369508185804024938noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129862.post-14269762145752932882008-11-06T21:05:00.000-05:002008-11-06T21:05:00.000-05:00Wow.Seriously, "auguries"? If that's not a typo, ...Wow.<BR/><BR/>Seriously, "auguries"? <BR/><BR/>If that's not a typo, I hope I still have a seat on the short bus.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129862.post-23197783653346447352007-11-25T21:25:00.000-05:002007-11-25T21:25:00.000-05:00some one explain the hidden meanings of auguries o...some one explain the hidden meanings of auguries of innocence please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129862.post-1173280917151304712007-03-07T10:21:00.000-05:002007-03-07T10:21:00.000-05:00Having explored your Blog, Just a 'poem' full of p...Having explored your Blog, Just a 'poem' full of paradoxes for a journal full of contradictions ;) . Hope you enjoy: <BR/><BR/>Auguries Of Innocence<BR/><BR/>To see a World in a Grain of Sand<BR/>And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,<BR/>Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand<BR/>And Eternity in an hour.<BR/> <BR/>A Robin Red breast in a Cage<BR/>Puts all Heaven in a Rage.<BR/>A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons<BR/>Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.<BR/><BR/>A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate<BR/>Predicts the ruin of the State.<BR/>A Horse misus'd upon the Road<BR/>Calls to Heaven for Human blood.<BR/><BR/>Each outcry of the hunted Hare<BR/>A fibre from the Brain does tear.<BR/>A Skylark wounded in the wing,<BR/>A Cherubim does cease to sing.<BR/><BR/>The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight<BR/>Does the Rising Sun affright.<BR/>Every Wolf's & Lion's howl<BR/>Raises from Hell a Human Soul.<BR/><BR/>The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,<BR/>Keeps the Human Soul from Care.<BR/>The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife<BR/>And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.<BR/><BR/>The Bat that flits at close of Eve<BR/>Has left the Brain that won't believe.<BR/>The Owl that calls upon the Night<BR/>Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.<BR/><BR/>He who shall hurt the little Wren<BR/>Shall never be belov'd by Men.<BR/>He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd<BR/>Shall never be by Woman lov'd.<BR/><BR/>The wanton Boy that kills the Fly<BR/>Shall feel the Spider's enmity.<BR/>He who torments the Chafer's sprite<BR/>Weaves a Bower in endless Night.<BR/><BR/>The Catterpillar on the Leaf<BR/>Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.<BR/>Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,<BR/>For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.<BR/><BR/>He who shall train the Horse to War<BR/>Shall never pass the Polar Bar.<BR/>The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,<BR/>Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.<BR/><BR/>The Gnat that sings his Summer's song<BR/>Poison gets from Slander's tongue.<BR/>The poison of the Snake & Newt<BR/>Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.<BR/><BR/>The poison of the Honey Bee<BR/>Is the Artist's Jealousy.<BR/>The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags<BR/>Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.<BR/><BR/>A truth that's told with bad intent<BR/>Beats all the Lies you can invent.<BR/>It is right it should be so;<BR/>Man was made for Joy & Woe;<BR/><BR/>And when this we rightly know<BR/>Thro' the World we safely go.<BR/>Joy & Woe are woven fine,<BR/>A Clothing for the Soul divine;<BR/><BR/>Under every grief & pine<BR/>Runs a joy with silken twine.<BR/>The Babe is more than swadling Bands;<BR/>Throughout all these Human Lands<BR/><BR/>Tools were made, & born were hands,<BR/>Every Farmer Understands.<BR/>Every Tear from Every Eye<BR/>Becomes a Babe in Eternity.<BR/><BR/>This is caught by Females bright<BR/>And return'd to its own delight.<BR/>The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar<BR/>Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.<BR/><BR/>The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath<BR/>Writes Revenge in realms of death.<BR/>The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,<BR/>Does to Rags the Heavens tear.<BR/><BR/>The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,<BR/>Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.<BR/>The poor Man's Farthing is worth more<BR/>Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.<BR/><BR/>One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands<BR/>Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:<BR/>Or, if protected from on high,<BR/>Does that whole Nation sell & buy.<BR/><BR/>He who mocks the Infant's Faith<BR/>Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.<BR/>He who shall teach the Child to Doubt<BR/>The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.<BR/><BR/>He who respects the Infant's faith<BR/>Triumph's over Hell & Death.<BR/>The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons<BR/>Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.<BR/><BR/>The Questioner, who sits so sly,<BR/>Shall never know how to Reply.<BR/>He who replies to words of Doubt<BR/>Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.<BR/><BR/>The Strongest Poison ever known<BR/>Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.<BR/>Nought can deform the Human Race<BR/>Like the Armour's iron brace.<BR/><BR/>When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow<BR/>To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.<BR/>A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry<BR/>Is to Doubt a fit Reply.<BR/><BR/>The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile<BR/>Make Lame Philosophy to smile.<BR/>He who Doubts from what he sees<BR/>Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.<BR/><BR/>If the Sun & Moon should doubt<BR/>They'd immediately Go out.<BR/>To be in a Passion you Good may do,<BR/>But no Good if a Passion is in you.<BR/><BR/>The Whore & Gambler, by the State<BR/>Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.<BR/>The Harlot's cry from Street to Street<BR/>Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.<BR/><BR/>The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,<BR/>Dance before dead England's Hearse.<BR/>Every Night & every Morn<BR/>Some to Misery are Born.<BR/><BR/>Every Morn & every Night<BR/>Some are Born to sweet Delight.<BR/>Some are Born to sweet Delight,<BR/>Some are born to Endless Night.<BR/><BR/>We are led to Believe a Lie<BR/>When we see not Thro' the Eye<BR/>Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night<BR/>When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.<BR/><BR/>God Appears & God is Light<BR/>To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,<BR/>But does a Human Form Display<BR/>To those who Dwell in Realms of day.<BR/>--William BlakeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129862.post-1143958529146792622006-04-02T01:15:00.000-05:002006-04-02T01:15:00.000-05:00Hi David,We haven't heard from each other for quit...Hi David,<BR/><BR/>We haven't heard from each other for quite a while. But I've recently discovered your blog and followed it for the past few weeks as an interested reader. In enjoy your ideas for discussion and Margit encouraged me to be a more active participant, so I am going to try... :-)<BR/><BR/>As to whether it is desirable to only have positive emotions, I tend to go with Margit: we'd lack the comparison and might thus not appreciate our positive emotions to the same degree. On the other hand, if we always feel great, who cares about the comparison ;-).<BR/><BR/>Another thought comes from a paradox experience. Sometimes I enjoy sadness. A good movie drama, for instance, often leaves me with a deep sadness for a while. However, I usually don't regret having seen the movie afterwards. How is it that sadness can be enjoyed? Would I still be happy if this experience was to be taken away from me?<BR/><BR/>This said, how likely is it to happen that our distant descendants will miss out on the opportunity of a cinematic catharsis? This would not only require a mutation in the human genome that prevented any negative feelings, but also a strong link of positive emotion and increased reproductive activity. Only then could the new humankind sufficiently proliferate and prevail in the survival of the happiest.<BR/><BR/>While fertility rates in the developed world have been dwindling, there seems to be no evidence that the sadness in our experience is to be held accountable for this development. Unhappiness doesn't seem to prevent people from setting children out into this world. While differences in average happiness between countries are only subtle, those between fertililty rates are striking.<BR/><BR/>Some couples perceive children as the path to happiness. And often major life crises do occur after one's own children have already left the house as young adults. And sometimes it is happiness, not unhappiness, that prevents people from childbearing. This is when one has gotten used to a certain satisfying lifestyle and sees exactly this endangered with children.<BR/><BR/>Sounds like there is no hope for eternal happiness. Or should I say: happy descendents?<BR/><BR/>Yours,<BR/>The friend of friendsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129862.post-1142899613735777192006-03-20T19:06:00.000-05:002006-03-20T19:06:00.000-05:00Quite interesting thoughts you are having. So, let...Quite interesting thoughts you are having. So, let's start the discussion. :)<BR/><BR/>I don't think just having positive emotions will be a good development! I really hope that won't happen!<BR/><BR/>How would we be able to tell the difference between average and ecstatic feelings? How would we be able to appreciate that we are on cloud 7 or higher? How can we be satisfied if we don't experience the meaning of not being satisfied? <BR/><BR/>So, I hope evolution will instead help with us with handling different emotions and situations better. I guess whoever develops the best coping strategies will survive in the battle to be the fittest.Margithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07515452503291568532noreply@blogger.com