January 2010
10 posts
Our brains are confused about time
themarmalade:
madeofstarstuff:
A recent study published in the journal Psychological Science has found our concept of time is distorted, and we consistently underestimate how much time has passed since events in the past, condensing the time.
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man I was just talking about this the other day, time is ridiculous as a concept, I’m glad my brain isn’t the only one having trouble...
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“Two roads diverged in the wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And...”
– Robert Frost
Grass
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.
by Carl Sandberg (also...
Spirits of the Dead
(This poem is also called “Visit of the Dead.”) Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee;...
Fairy-Land
Dim vales— and shadowy floods— And cloudy—looking woods, Whose forms we can’t discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and wane— Again— again— again— Every moment of the night— Forever changing places— And they put out the star—light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon—dial, One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have...
