Neurofreak Talks

 We, as humans, have evolved the ability to observe and perceive the universe in three dimensions only. Although with our cunning minds and amazing mathematical skills we have started to observe the 4th dimension, which we refer to as time, we are still far from understanding it. At our highest ability, we perceive time as a linear flow—like one dimension but worse—because although we do traverse it forward, we lack the ability to even choose our own speed while traveling in this dimension, unlike the other three dimensions. A unique dimension? Is there something inherently different about the 4th dimension from the other three? Because the other three do show common features and differ only in their directions. So if we can perceive these three so well, why not the fourth? Is the 4th dimension categorically different from them? Or is it a flaw of our brain that limits us from experiencing the full capacity of the 4th dimension? Or is it the way we are raised after birth? What if, ...

There are layers to this cosmos. The outermost would be the universe itself, then the galaxies, then the stars, (given we actually have an idea of what the cosmos is made of).  We may not be sure of what's the outermost layer but we sure are blessed with the ability to look for the innermost one. This subject is not as easy to express as it is to explore. I think that is the reason this knowledge never took off like other branches of science. It is almost impossible to express. But I'll try When you spend your lifetime into understanding your innerself, your pure consciousness, the ultimate and innermost layer of the cosmos, the very thing that has driven philosophers crazy, the very thing that has driven scientists crazy (they tend refer to it as the singularity or the theory of everything), when you are on the edge of your sanity and are about to fall into your doom there will be a moment, a moment of perfect balance between awareness and what's being observed, a small mo...

I wish I wrote something in it. I wish it wasn't so empty. I wish I wasn't so scared of imperfect things. Why should it have mattered if my 7 year old self didn't write the perfect things (whatever that may have been) to write about in that Ben Ten diary my uncle gifted me. He should have just went for it, wrote something in it. Something silly & stupid, something a kid would write, something... Imperfect.. He should not have scrapped the pages out after what he wrote in the diary was deemed (by him alone) as imperfect. I look at my old things, things from past, things from my childhood. It sends me to the land of joy and worriless life. To a time where "tomorrow" didn't matter, only "today" did, or maybe not even that. To a time where doraemon's new episode was the highlight of my day. All those stuff bring joy to my eyes. But. I only wish my countless diaries, that I collected to write (perfect) stuff, weren't inkless, so dry, so void. ...

I was very young. My mother took me with her to a relative's place. I was too young then to just sit at a place, so I was running around the home playing. I remember I grabbed a stool (the chair, not an excreta) and walked around the home with it when suddenly a big spider (a daddy long legs) reached my hands from below the stool. It started running up my hands and towards my face. As it just reached my shoulders I panicked and crushed it with my face (Yes, pretty disgusting but my hands were busy grabbing the stool). This is all I remember of this incident apart from the fact that this was probably the triggering point of my Arachnophobia (the fear of spiders). Although the intensity of my phobia never really peaked too much to cause me serious problems but it always caused me fair amount of anxiety everytime I encountered a spider. I was scared of spiders. Yet, I often went to the internet and looked at peculiar looking spiders and would watch documentaries about it for hours. I...

I am no geopolitics expert. Whatever I'm going to write is my opinion on only one aspect of the ongoing geopolitical tension between Russia and Ukraine . The ongoing invasion of Ukraine by Russia has divided the world into two parts. Although, one is much bigger than the other. Most people globally are against this invasion and a lot of countries are doing what's in there capability to fight Russia, either by sanctions or supplying Ukraine with weapons and funds. All the nations are also careful to not give an excuse to Putin for waging a nuclear war, and thus are holding themselves back. I will restraint myself from commenting on the historical tension between NATO, Ukraine & Russia, and will not formulate an opinion on who is right on the matter, given how little my knowledge in this subject is. Although I've been following this tension for almost 2-3 months now, I still do not qualify to be able to formulate an opinion upon which I can myself stand firmly on. But wha...

I'm laying down on bed, finally writting my "daily" blog which is not so daily anymore. Past few days, I haven't been writting blogs. No, not because I was busy, but because I was very unproductive throught all my days, and it's difficult to face my failure while typing these blogs, so I avoided writting blogs. Everyday I promised myself to skip the blog today and be productive tomorrow and write the blog tomorrow, so that I don't have to face my failures, the very thing the blog was supposed to do.. hold myself accountable. Anyway, I'm writting it today, as it was a better day than most. I watched 4 lectures, which isn't much but it's better than most of my days. Let's start summarising my day with a promise to be regular, no matter how unproductive my day is. I woke up at 10:15. These days I've noticed that my sleep cycle has improved exponentially. I wake up at exact time I expect to wake up, sometimes even without an alarm. So that'...

Yesterday as I was meditating, my guide (Sam Harris) asked me to notice my thoughts, just like he often does. But this time I realised it, I noticed it, I saw what he always meant. In an attempt to dissociate me from my sense of "self", he often uses this method of noticing whatever arises and then noticing that whatever arises, just arises. That I do not have a say in whatever appears, whatever feeling it may be, or whatever thought it may be. And this time I (or rather he) was successful. I realised that the thoughts that I associate to myself are not "me", neither are they "my" thoughts, they are simply "thoughts", a result of some process in my brain. I did not intend to think whatever thought I was thinking about, it just appeared suddenly, without my consultance. I, for the first time, was actually able to dissociate myself from "my" thoughts and emotions. My thoughts and emotions, as I realised, are like an object that passes thr...