#The_mating_mind
الفكرة اللي يطرحها جوفري ميللر بالكتاب هي أنه العلماء جانوا يحاولون يفسرون قدرات البشر العقلية وحبهم للفن، من خلال الإنتخاب الطبيعي natural selection، بينما نسوا الجانب الاخر من التطور (الجانب اللي يكون اقل عشوائية، واكثر ذكاءاً) اللي هو الانتخاب الجنسي sexual selection

وبالتالي فالكاتب ديطرح نظرية تفسر تطور العقل البشري من خلال الانتخاب الجنسي. وهو يشبّه أدمغتنا بريش الطاووس. ذكر الطاووس يستخدم ريشه لجذب الإناث والتزاوج. بإختصار، ريش الطاووس هو عضو "مغازلة" هدفه الأساسي إيجاد شريك تزاوج مناسب "courtship tool" ونفس الشي ينطبق على أدمغتنا… الدماغ البشري وقابلياته العجيبة هي وسائل للمغازلة وجذب الشركاء الجنسيين المحتملين (على عكس ريش الطاووس اللي ميستخدمه الا الذكور للمغازلة، الدماغ البشري موجود عند الذكور والاناث من البشر على حد سواء)
نفس المثال مال لون العيون ينطبق على أدمغتنا. أجدادنا فضلوا الشركاء الجنسيين اللي كانوا اذكياء، عدهم حس فكاهة، يعرفون يروون القصص، ويرسمون على الحايط مال الكهف. ونتيجة لهذا، أجدادنا إختاروا الشركاء الجنسيين الاذكى… وزاد ذكاءنا احنة -النسل- مع الوقت (وية شوية تبسيط ساذج للمسألة، تكدر تكول انه اجدادنا كانوا اذكى الاشخاص بجيلهم، واكثر من يعرف يتغزل، ولهذا استمرت جيناتهم ونسلهم بالوجود لحد ما وصلنا لوقتنا الحاضر... بينما الاشخاص اللي جانوا اغبياء، ميعرفون يتغزلون او يروون قصص او يفهمون النكت... ذولة ماتوا بدون أن يلحكون يتزاوجون ببساطة)

#كملنا ... فور ناو

The implied idea in the book:
In order to be evolutionary successful, u should be a good flirt.

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't"

- Hamlet, William Shakespeare

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
By #Pablo_Neruda



Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Translation by W. S. Merwin

Mindhunter S2💚

Song

by Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.


@poetry

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الـ Whale fall هو ببساطة لما الحيتان تموت، جثثها تنزل fall لقاع المحيط

قاع المحيط بالعادة هو صحراء مائية جرداء... لهذا فالسعرات الحرارية بجسم الحوت تكون مهمة كلش

احلى شي فرحتهم لما لكوا الجثة😂
من صدك تحسهم اطفال وديحفرون بالحديقة لحد ما يلكون سمثن انترستنك

The mating mind, Geoffrey Miller

"They [UK socialists] don't like the poor, they just hate the rich"

- George Orwell

Neuroimaging in humans for instance, has shown that when an individual watches someone else, especially whom they relate to recieve an award or score a goal or something, Their own brain's reward systems light up vicariously.

Italian researchers found this out pretty much by accident in the early 1990s. They were studying signals from key regions in a lab monkey's brain that were associated with planning and doing.
Their brain-monitoring device buzzed softly when the monkey did something like pick up a piece of fruit and eat it.
But one hot day, a researcher came back from lunch licking an ice cream cone, and suddenly heard the animal's brain monitor buzz -- the monkey was watching him, and his brain worked as if he was actually doing the licking!

Many scientists suspect that this is the work of a previously unknown type of brain cell called "mirror neurons", which fire when a subject both performs an action, and when they observe someone else doing it.

- Through the language glass

And Soleil*

Good boy🌝