Cognitive Science.

Once in a house on a hill a boy broke into my heart. For a day and a night I stayed beside him until I had no hope. So I came down the hill. Of course I was hurt, but then I started to think that it shouldn't hurt me to be free cos it's what I really need to pull myself together. And it really does feel good to be free as there are so many things I can do.


And the trains were exceptionally talkative yesterday evening. 


What are you doing here? Is your intention to spy on my thoughts? Away, away from here, this is my piece of the net!


It is, in my view, the first case known when somebody was involved with an idea more than with another person. People [those who got to know you] say that you are strange and asocial, of abnormal practices and behavior. I used to be of a position that they exaggerate and show no willingness to get to know you really well. Now I see their point. Clearly. Even clearer and more distinctly than they do since I had the ill luck to know you closer hence better. You are an outcast and let the intention and aim of this epithet remain concealed as I do not intend to offend you and I do know that it would be more of a complement to you than a bad word.


Do you want to peek into my thoughts, simultaneously cultivating your mental representation of me? Watch, monitor my progress and evolution? Perhaps, I really do need to slow down a bit to recover peace of mind. To be more precise, I now need to soothe ruffled waters after this quasi-relationship I was in. Further, I shall also improve my mirror neurons associated skills to read others' minds perfectly.

Or maybe you need somebody to state your position, enunciate that you are on a crucial mission/crusade that you are doing something of great importance. Alright then, I hear you stutter. Who will you share these thoughts with when I'm not around? Since I was the only living soul patient enough to listen to 'em blasphemies, I wonder. What do you say? The internet? Will the virtuale ever be able to replace real human contact and perception? There were many a maneuvers at the train siding that evening. Heavy stuff being moved. 

Being outside of the whole shebang, it occurs to me that you have digged yourself into something of an unorganized sect, roughly speaking. It seems to me that you have lost yourself in something that nobody knows exists [cos it may as well not] and believes into. Except for an exclusive group of psychos-alike on the net. I feel inclined to think that you have also lost your critical thinking, lost in your calculations that the truth is to be found on the net. It is like a sophisticated game which you decided to pull your whole stake on.

The question why does somebody reject a person s/he loves [with reciprocation], shares great time together, dubs his/her soul mate, etc., etc., remains a great mis[t]ery.

[ai] need to get back to my past practices, I am such a great person after all!