Hardwire your children well
Most people do not realize that when you make a memory you actually are PHYSICALLY changing your brain, that memories get hardwired into us. The brain is often though about as a computer hard drive rather than something SO UNIQUE that we cannot even fathom it.
In this "Post Scientific Age" we look for a rational explanation for things that have none. We think that if we work at it hard enough that we can find an equation to describe not just memory but love and hate.
When we are young we are nothing more than tiny learning machines, that's our job. Our senses are closer to the sense of a dog than to a human, smells are more intense, colors brighter (once our eyes develop) our brains and hearts are open and accepting, we have no preconceived notions. We are born closer to Satori than we will ever be again in our lives. Some might call this innocence, some will denigrate it and call it ignorance. What it is really is an openness.
I have been blessed, or maybe cursed, with a very good memory. My earliest memory is as sharp as the day it was made in my head even though it was 49 years ago. I was wearing my red Cowboy hat, the one I slept with because I liked to soft felt it was made of, and my Roy Rodgers cap guns over my PJ's. I was playing in the back yard, I can smell the heat coming off the cement of our courtyard as it baked in the Southern California sun. The slatted gate to the driveway was closed and I heard my Mom and Dad. I ran over to the gate and saw them getting into our shiny new VW Beetle. They were all dressed up, my Dad in a Grey suit, cigarette in hand, and my Mom in a stiff white dress with red designs on it. I reached though the gate but they were in a hurry so they waved "bye bye" to me and got into the car.
I cried. I remember I thought they were leaving forever, but they weren't they were going to a wedding, but I didn't know they would never be back. They were my world and they were leaving. The memory was intertwined with emotions so strong that today they have no analog for comparison.
I think those are the strongest memories, the ones that touch not only memory but touch our hearts. I also think that our ability to feel emotion is razor sharp when we are young but that time and experience "knock the edges off it", softens them. The earlier the memory, the stronger the emotions and the deeper it is ingrained into your heart.
We all have to remember something that is very simple but only now coming to light. When we treat a person in a certain way, good or evil, then we are PHYSICALLY changing them with our actions. So if we are harsh or cruel to them it is no different than if we carved our actions into their brain with a stiletto. At the same time if we are kind, respectful and caring it is like we reach out with all our being and stroke their memory with a gentle touch.
In this "Post Scientific Age" we look for a rational explanation for things that have none. We think that if we work at it hard enough that we can find an equation to describe not just memory but love and hate.
When we are young we are nothing more than tiny learning machines, that's our job. Our senses are closer to the sense of a dog than to a human, smells are more intense, colors brighter (once our eyes develop) our brains and hearts are open and accepting, we have no preconceived notions. We are born closer to Satori than we will ever be again in our lives. Some might call this innocence, some will denigrate it and call it ignorance. What it is really is an openness.
I have been blessed, or maybe cursed, with a very good memory. My earliest memory is as sharp as the day it was made in my head even though it was 49 years ago. I was wearing my red Cowboy hat, the one I slept with because I liked to soft felt it was made of, and my Roy Rodgers cap guns over my PJ's. I was playing in the back yard, I can smell the heat coming off the cement of our courtyard as it baked in the Southern California sun. The slatted gate to the driveway was closed and I heard my Mom and Dad. I ran over to the gate and saw them getting into our shiny new VW Beetle. They were all dressed up, my Dad in a Grey suit, cigarette in hand, and my Mom in a stiff white dress with red designs on it. I reached though the gate but they were in a hurry so they waved "bye bye" to me and got into the car.
I cried. I remember I thought they were leaving forever, but they weren't they were going to a wedding, but I didn't know they would never be back. They were my world and they were leaving. The memory was intertwined with emotions so strong that today they have no analog for comparison.
I think those are the strongest memories, the ones that touch not only memory but touch our hearts. I also think that our ability to feel emotion is razor sharp when we are young but that time and experience "knock the edges off it", softens them. The earlier the memory, the stronger the emotions and the deeper it is ingrained into your heart.
We all have to remember something that is very simple but only now coming to light. When we treat a person in a certain way, good or evil, then we are PHYSICALLY changing them with our actions. So if we are harsh or cruel to them it is no different than if we carved our actions into their brain with a stiletto. At the same time if we are kind, respectful and caring it is like we reach out with all our being and stroke their memory with a gentle touch.
posted by Martin "Bucky" Cameron at
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