To Her
I arch a brow. “And who are you?”
The group seems to tense all at once, sharing silent exchanges. The
leader steps forward, hand still gripping his sword. I watch him and the rest
like a hawk, ready to kill in a single blink.
But instead of attacking, he lifts his hand. “This is who we are,” he
says as he knocks a fist at his own chest. “Do you wear the symbol?”
My gaze drops down to the pin fastened against his tunic. It’s no
bigger than the pad of my thumb. The circle of metal has a bird in the
center, one wing clearly broken.
“We wear the sigil of the Vulmin Dyrūnia.”
I frown at the words. They sound familiar. I think I’ve heard them
many years ago.
“The—” My mind snaps with long-forgotten knowledge of the
ancient fae language. A language I haven’t studied since I was a boy. It
creaks in my head like entering a dusty room whose door hasn’t been
shoved open in decades. Struggling to break open the rusted locks, I shake
my head. “Vul—light?” I question.
“Vulmin Dyrūnia,” he repeats, stressing the suffix of the word.
“Dawn. It means dawn’s bird.”
Something shifts in my chest. Makes me pause.
“And what exactly is that?”
“We are the resistance to the tyranny of the Carricks.”
Now I remember. I heard my father mention them before, but they
were spoken of like vagabonds. Petty criminals.
“So the Vulmin oppose the invasion that’s happening in Orea?”
He looks around his group, some of them whispering tensely, and he
rubs a hand down his beard. “So it’s true?” he asks. “Carrick mobilized the
army, but we didn’t know… The bridge?”
“Rebuilt.”
He swallows hard. I see another go pale.
Carthage: Reflections of a Martian
Thy expected alien
Am I.
Weird of shade
And doomfire face:
All thy senses
Cry to my
Mourning mysteries
Which yesterday
Were commonplace.
We sit at Sunday breakfast
And I smell the dust of Carthage.
It drowns the spang
Of our automatic toaster.
That strange woman across from me
Smiles, butters two slices.
Her smiles arouses a multitude in me!
Her smile...
Frightens us.
I must look away!
Out the window beside my arm,
Sunglow warms a brick walk.
Grass, a tree, a planting of forsythia.
It is spring.
In the spring...
The earth is covered with dust.
Reklam
Kitabın Özeti (Çok güzel bir kitap)
Fazla empati yapmak sempatik sinir sistemini devreye sokuyor. Kendi derdine düştüğün için yardım etmek adına harekete geçmiyorsun. If seeing someone in pain actives your SNS (sempatik nervous system), you’er likely to be preoccupied with your own distress instead of helping, turn on the PNS, and it’s the opposite (69).
PreFrontal Cortex Amigdala
Prefrontal cotex is not fully online until people are in their midtwenties (109).
Frontal korteks was bidirectionally enmeshed with the limbic system, leading him to propose that the frontal cortex is a quasi member of the limbic sysytem (72).
Amigdalanın boyutu fazla strese maruz kalırsa büyüyor bunun sonucu nedir? Aşırı hassasiyet ve boyunca stres tepkisinin ateşlenmesi. Moreover, the amygdala expands in size with long-term PTSD (85).
People with damaged amgydalae are atypically generous in the Ultimatum Game and don’t increase rejection rates if they start receiving unfair offers (94). Kuralları anlıyorlar çünkü korteks çalışıyor fakat kendilerini koruyamıyorlar.
Çok İlginç DİYALEKTİK: Importantly, increase cognitive load on the frontal cortex, and afterward subjects become less prosocial –less charitable or helpful, more likely to lie. Or increase cognitive laod with a task requiring difficult emotional regulation and subjects cheat more on their diets afterward (119).
Sosyal Karmaşıklık PreFrontal Korteksin Gelişmesini Sağlıyor SOSYOLOJİ DERSİ (Neden bencil olamayız. Çünkü insanlığımızı toplumsallığımıza borçluyuz):Another study resolves this; if rhesus monkeys are randomly placed into social groups, over the subsequent fifteen months, the bigger the group, the larger the PFC becomes- social complexity expands the frontal cortex (123).
Dorsolateral PFC: PFC (dlPFC) don’t worry about dorsal or dorsolateral it’s just
On sharing knowledgeFelsefe
..You shall be told what pleased me today in the writings of Hecato; it is these words: "What progress, you ask, have I made? I have begun to be a friend to myself." That was indeed a great benefit; such a person can never be alone. You may be sure that such a man is a friend to all mankind. Farewell.
