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I am, I am
Thursday, 07 February 2008
Nobody here?
With such a beginning you have already guessed that we are going to have a look at what we mean with:
“I am”
It is not new coal, this has been discussed for more than twenty years and Damasio has written many books on the subject.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damasio" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damasio
If also reminds you of the book/film “awakening”, the story of these strange patients who are in a coma or semi-coma and the discovery of their miraculous recovery by injection of L-Dopa. There was no happy end, after a week or more, even renewed injections of L-dopa (Hell Dopa) had no effect and they returned to their coma.
http://www.oliversacks.com/awake.htm" http://www.oliversacks.com/awake.htm
http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-24934/human-behaviour" http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-24934/human-behaviour
self
the “I” as experienced by an individual. In modern psychology the notion of the self has replaced earlier conceptions of the soul.
The concept of the self has been a central feature of many personality theories, including those of Sigmund Freud, Alfred Adler, Carl Jung, Gordon W. Allport, Karen Horney, Carl Rogers, Rollo May, and Abraham H. Maslow.
According to Carl Jung the self is a totality consisting of conscious and unconscious contents that dwarfs the ego (q.v.) in scope and intensity. The maturation of the self is the individuation process, which is the goal of the healthy personality.
Rogers theorized that a person's self-concept determines his behaviour and his relation to the world, and that true therapeutic improvement occurs only when the individual changes his own self-concept. May's approach was similarly existential; he conceived the self as a dynamic entity, alive with potentiality. Maslow's theory of self-actualization was based on a hierarchy of needs and emphasized the highest capacities or gratifications of a person. See also humanistic psychology.
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Wonderful!
Fantastic!
I like it so much when I have your full attention.
As the French would say “nobody here, everybody hear”.
Rather feeble but they are only French.
What is a French person?
Indeed I hear the question asked by my dear flat nosed student with whom I have had so much in common.
Dear students, humans would never have been able to understand my feeble joke about you not being here meaning you are hearing me; they really were very and totally convinced that if they did not bring all their flesh and disgusting fat and stinking perspiration and even worse things to the lecture hall, they would not be “here”.
Can you even imagine that humans found it quite normal to breath the air that had gone though all the disgusting interstices of another humans lungs. How can I explain it better, possibly by comparing to the disgust you would feel is you had to fill your 3D Spreadsheet with the content of another Glubs spreadsheet?
Interested in mathematics?
Not really? A bit?
When I was a kid at school, mathematics was way beyond my brains and my lack of courage.
It was to be much later that I started listening to those who understand mathematics.
Let us take some one, you for instance:
Can you, count from the beginning to nine?
Most will start with
“One
Two
Three”
Some, very few will ask whether they have to start from zero.
Not interesting?
Well let us take a Viking selling his blonde Scandinavian slave woman to that idiotic French Baron.
So he will sell one slave woman, or two or on a good day three.
So on a very bad day he will sell none, for which he has no way to adjust his record as you cannot write on a skin something that shows that you have sold nothing.
But that man who has travelled far in the Arabic world teaches him to draw a circle called:
“zero”
He gets home after having had a lot of fun killing French farmers and playing cricket with English gentry.
He gets home and his kind wife, you know the blond Brunnehilde, that one that always goes around with a sword and forgets to wash the blood away from her hair, checks his records to see how much he has drunk of the proceedings of the business and she comes on a hide sheet where there is no sign.
“So you lazy drunk son of a norrman, how much did you sell that day?”
“What did you sell on the day there was not written anything?”
Our ancestors were aware of the problem but we preferred to wish it away.
Now it is coming back to us.
What is there in the Universe at the locations where there is nothing, not even nothing of nothing?
And how comes that such huge Energy can be enclosed in a concept called nothing of nothing?
How could the Universe be born out of nothing?
Such questions are just baby food for six months old Glubs. If they would not understand they would be sent to the Freud clown.
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As we have to accept that these lectures about the long forgotten terrestrial civilization of the humans does imply that you as student accept some limited hardships, I will now ask you to bubble yourself into some kind of human shape.
Students, science is such a beautiful thing.
I am afraid the Glub Professor is a bit optimistic:
Researchers observed a frog.
They cut off a leg and said “jump” and the frog jumped.
They cut off two legs and the frog jumped.
Then they cut off the four legs and the frog stopped jumping.
Conclusion?
Of course you knew the answer so you cannot feel clever.
If you cut off the legs of a frog it becomes deaf.
Silly as the story is, it reminds of many theorems hear during a lifetime. Most of these theories explaining why such and such a group is bad and as a corollary why my group is so good. And in my group I am of course the wisest.
Want a proof?
If I die my group cease to exist.
So who is the most important fellow?
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I do wish that stupid writer would stop interrupting me with his inept comments which disturb the smooth flow of my lectures. Does anyone know who has authorized him to enter my lectures and think that he has the brains to comment my very humble superior analysis?
He is mad?
Well, were they not all mad in the human civilisation?
He was even madder?
Well, let us then accept him as the dog accepts the fleas?
No Glub students, a dog is not some kind of human and a flea is not an input output peripheral. A dog is, well a dog is, well a dog is something, how shall I describe it, something that was given to the human race as a last chance to come to the truth. It was of course a total failure, these stupid humans naming the dog a “company animal”.
Not again please can somebody shut off the interpreter?
Humans were very unhappy.
They sent a delegation to God to protest about his writings which they claimed were total gibberish that nobody could understand.
God was not very pleased and asked them if they could give him an example of what they meant by words which they could not understand.
The delegation gathered in a corner and discussed which of the many incomprehensible pages they would submit to God, there were so many that no one could understand, finally they sent one of the most idiotic of them, one who would not understand that the wrath of God would burn him out of existence.
So the idiot came forth.
“Master, often in your deep wisdom which of course I do not question and I am sure that you must have some reason for harping back and forth on this theme, but really Master we do not understand a word of it.
Master, what is this thing you claim is so important, you say again and again, and of course Master I do not wish to hint in any want that you are drooling, you must have your reasons, but Master what is that stuff “Love”????
Worse than that, Master, you say that we should love our neighbour. By the way Master you must have had a bad night somewhere as you claim in next page that we should not love our neighbours wife, which is very strange as this part we understand very well even if we do not agree with you, it is really great fun to love your neighbours wife, all the pleasure and none of the inconveniences, are you sure you got it right oh Master?
Master, what is Love????
God was perplexed.
How could he make these sombre idiotic selfish creatures understand what “Love” is?
But Great is God, and he found the solution.
So said the Master.
Look, you sombre idiotic narcissist children of my will, here is the gift I give you to understand what I mean with “Love”.
And out of nowhere came this “thing”.
It came to be called “dog”.
And the Master said:
“Look in his eyes”
and they looked in his eyes
And they understood the meaning of Love.
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One more interruption from this crazy interpreter and I will cancel all my lectures about the Human civilization.
Have no fear, you should see his consultancy fees.
In comparison, the Blair family's lectures are for free.
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Well that idiotic interpreter has a point, for once I do agree and I am going to take up this problem of my lecture fees with the Site Owner, really it is a shame that an Extra Terrestrial Glub Professor should be compared to a Blairish Human. The size of my fees is simply ridiculous.
Where did the Glub Professor get the idea that the Blairs were human? If he believes that, soon he will believe that they are Labour.
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How do you want me to create a new better Universe if this is what I am being paid?
We apologize for the coming commercial,
but the Glub Professor is Expensive and has to be paid
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Students I have a feeling that in some way that moronic interpreter has led us astray. But I have an ace up my sleeve; watch him when I shall tell him that he is mortal!
Students, have you all bubbled into human shape?
Yes dear Blondy, I know it hurts a lot, that this skin is squeezing your voluptuous content from all sides, but I think I have a solution to that problem if you would come to my Office after the lecture. If any of you upper bulgy blubs have the same problem, kindly all come to my Office, but may I suggest that you let me have a bit of rest between each case. Even us Super Glub Professors are not expected to be limitless.
Braggart!!!!!!!
I can do much better than him!
You have my e-mail address I hope?
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Humans in their total craziness were convinced that they existed. In some mad delirious way they would draw shapes like this one inside that package and, yes you will not believe me, they thought they were beautiful.
And they would tell you with pride:
This is “Me!”
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They even looked at themselves in duplicators with neither wave amplification nor shape analysis. How could they believe they were beautiful? And students I spare you the horror of seeing the content of the garbage bag.
Yes dear Student, you would like to try and see if you and I immerge ourselves in the situation of Bethsabee and see if we gain a better understanding of her nature. I do love Students who put all their hart in this lecture series and of course I will welcome you
So, humans had this notion that they were an entity, a bit as if a spreadsheet would claim to have a soul.
I know how difficult these concepts can be for you students, so I have planned some very simple experiments. I had the lab assistant grow for you some embryos and he has done quite well, I think we have nearly twenty objects we can work on. And students have no fear, when you hear all the noises produced by the humans during the experiments, remember that they cannot feel any pain as they have ho brains and these noises are simply pneumonic phenomena, such as the whistling of the living crab when you throw it into the boiling water. If we have some spare time we shall throw some humans into boiling water, you will see, it is really very amusing.
Assistants bring in the first human objects.
Yes, quite a good one this one. We have bred it on a new chemical they call vodka and while we do not know what is the purpose of that chemical, it appears to have something to do with “singing”. We have observed that injecting a substantial amount of this vodka into the human will induce a horrible noise claiming to be “singing”, with a very strange follow-up next day, as the object will bang its head on the walls and groan for hours and hours. Even stranger is that this groaning will end if the subject receives a new injection of Vodka. Clearly the human race functions only if it receives substantial quantities of vodka at regular intervals.
Assistant is the human object in?
Yes?
I see you have brought in a double upper bulging human; Well quite a good choice Assistant, and I hope you have treated the object with due respect?
“So what is your name my dear Object?”
“Jane, oh you adorable Huge and Powerful Glub Professor”.
Well, I must say, lab assistant, we seem to do quite well in our breeding of embryos when we nurture them on vodka. Astonishing how accurate this object is in her assessment.
So assistant, let us clip the toe nails on the right foot.
You wonder what a foot is?
I think it must be the pseudo pod that is hanging under her, let us try anyway.
Yes Assistant, you have clipped the toe nails of the right foot, and see, wonderful is it not students, see how Jane is stretching her left pseudopodia, obviously she enjoyed it quite a lot.
“Dear object, what is your name?
“Huge and bullying glub Professor, I do not want to appear to be insulting, but if you ceased for a moment spending all your time ogling my breast possibly you could remember my name for 5 minutes; well so long as you remember my name long enough to the time when yo will write the check, you can go on ogling as much as you want.”
Regretfully students even after running this output through our most powerful computers we were not able to decipher the meaning of her sentence. Especially that magic word “check” does not correspond to anything we have. The situation was not made better as the technician had a break down and handed over a translation which was totally idiotic, a translation that could only mean that this Jane object was stringing me along.
Yes indeed she has enjoyed it, see now she appears to want to have the nails of the upper pseudo pod clipped. Quite interesting.
Yes of course, do proceed.
Look now the object is looking at her nails with an expression of the deepest contentment, and oh yes, see how wonderful, she is recreating an “image” of herself by using her nails as a mirror. Astonishing is it not, as this race called the human civilisation had not invented any kind of tools so Jane Object cannot have any idea of what a mirror is, nor recognizes herself.
“Fatty, when I am done with you, be sure that nobody will recognize you anywhere nor want to recognize you.”
Assistant, what did she say?
“You don't know because I have sacked the computer assistant? Regretful how bad staff has become.”
Well we have done the stupid part of this experiment with the Jane embryo. Now we enter into a much more interesting part of our study.
Assistant could you cut off some pseudopod?
Whichone?
Does it really matter, to me they look as ugly one as the other.
Look now, students, the Assistant has taken a wood saw we found in anthropological diggings, and look at the appearance of apprehension and fear in the face of Jane. Of course it is a globomorphorfic illusion as we know that Humans having no brain cannot feel pain or fear. We are projection on them our own data base image, something we all had great difficulties with when we were first year students.
See how Jane reacts now that we cut off one of the pseudopods. Is it not remarquable that whatever pseudopod we cut off, the human embryos loose the power of speech which becomes instead some harmonious and tender music?
Assistants you want to know what you should do with all the lubrification fluid that has run out of Jane?
What should I know, possibly poor it back into her and burn the whole thing.
Yes Nixxon-Exxon student with the long nose you wonder why Jane has the appearance of having ceased to have any power left in her engine just because we have cut off one of the pseudopods.
Student, even if you have a long Nixon-Exxon nose, which makes you look even uglier that their originals, the question is a very good one and I am disappointed that my beloved red nosed student with the blond hair did not think of asking it.
Students, when I was myself a student, of course not at all like you, my power and supremacy was already apparent, one of my first thesis was on the location of the engine that power the Humans.
I could decisively prove that the earlier concepts that the pump situated under the bulges, had nothing to do with their lives, that this model had so much evolved from the ancestral models that the whole engine was distributed all over the package. For instance on this Mark Jane, you can cut off any piece or part, and the engine will stop working.
It seems a rather stupid design and we believe that this is one of the reasons the mark human model was abandoned. But at lest this is how I won my first Interstallary Hitler Price, which as a mark of humility I have kept on the top shelf of my Office and which we shall all go and look at while the assistant cleans up this disgusting mess. And to think that this Mark Model was considered as something that could be loved.
Assistant do not forget that the display of the Hitler price is not for free; I expect that you will commensurate your credit donations to the importance of this research and its reward.
Yes dear student, you forgot your money and wonder whether you could come and see me in my Office later to settle your debt.
Of course my dear student, do I look like a businessman who thinks of nothing by greed?
All this may sound rather far fetched?
You think we are out in the clouds of nightmare?
Lucky you !!!
Life has done far worse. Check a book by Dr Sacks on strange perception behaviours and a BBC program (fiction?) about strange neurological perception diseases.
Does it not sound as the uttermost level of madness when a patient comes to the surgeons asking to be amputated of on, sometimes both legs, showing exactly the line at which the amputation is to take place the point being that there nothing wrong with the leg to be amputated.
When the surgeon refers the patient for psychological evaluation, the evaluator sends back a report stating the patient is sound of mind and the reasons put forward for amputation very logical and do not contradict what we know about the way the mind works.
For the patient, this part of the body, observe “the” body, not its body, this part is not “his” body. That sounds very difficult to accept for you, but don't be too loud about it, it could happen to you.
By the way at least one patient was granted a one leg amputation. But then the problem became, which surgeon would be willing to do this amputation?
You may be one of these cases involved in a heavy traffic accident; the upper muscle of one leg is heavily bruised.
After surgery and recovery and training, in a few cases the problem is that the leg, while being in perfect conditions is not reconnected to the brain, the brain does not recognize it as part of “me”.
I believe that this is called “a refusal by the brain to appropriate a body part”
It can have silly consequences. A patient in the surgery recovery ward was found each time falling out of bed. After watching him on a monitor they cold see that he would wake up, take his leg and throw it out of the bed, with the obvious consequence that he would fall out of the bed. When the patient was asked to explain what was happening, he became very happy as he had been trying for days to explain to the staff that a sick joker was putting a dead leg in his bed each night.
If you are not convinced, observe that the reverse is also true.
You are all familiar with patients who feel pain in imaginary legs, long after the leg has been amputated after an accident.
This dose really mean that we experience be:
“I am”
By observing our body/ But this is not sufficient..
There is its representation of "I am" inside our Brain Data Base.
In theory both should be concordant. They are not, practically never.
The worst moment in a psychiatrist life is when the patient describes “himself”. It it so remote from reality that you can either die laughing or increase your fee. They choose the later option.
This desappropriation condition when described in such a way sounds rather odd but when you look around you, it is far more common than you had thought.
In literature it is something described as the lecturing black hole. When you step on the podium suddenly there is only darkness, you do not remember anything, not even who you are and you have to be conducted away from the lecturing podium.
Yes, desappropriation is something all of us suffer of.
How many are we that do not recognize our, our chin, our ears as being really “me” but rather an imposition forced on “me” by a very awkward artisan?
How many are we who looking at ourselves in the mirror while accepting that his is me, have a very doubtful relationship with this returned image. We live reluctantly with this image.
What about all the women who have displayed fascinating body, have shared their rich endowments with him and him, and after many experiences ask the question most women are forced to ask one day:
“What about me?
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Many readers have either doubted that the Glub Professor ever bubbledinto human form or asked to prove my point.
Their is really no need as we have a very clear early picture of the glub Professor in his study with one of his students:
His student?
Of course, look she is taking notes
I hope that this will put an end to your stupid questions, asif any one could invent the Glub Professor.
OK another stupid question: Why is she not the beloved delicious red haired student.
OK she is not red haired, but remember she has had a towel bath.
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