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July 2008 
Requiem for a Dream
Posted on Jul 20th, 2008
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Woman, Interrupted
Woman, Interrupted
Don't see this film. Unless you've got a screw loose. Then it's okay.
Pain is good for art.
Dopamine is the neurotransmitter for predict and control behavior. I suspect it may be the hardest pattern to transcend. It has carried the evolutionary impulse all this way, but cannot carry it all the way. It is incredibly powerful and effective for driving this enormous engine of development. Amazing. But it has brought us to this dead end and the bitch is that it can predict what is beyond, but cannot attain it. So many people die throwing themselves against this brick wall... trying to either attain control or strangle the ability to predict. Or maybe find that happy place where control finally quenches the urge to predict.
Fat chance. It just doesn't work that way.
It's so intoxicating. It wouldn't work so well if it weren't. The reward for attaining control is beyond what most can contain or resist. It rewards all of our brains at once - from the lowest to the highest. If only our lowest didn't have to go along for this ride. If only we could have dropped them off a few thousand years ago. But no.
It occurred to me after watching this film that it is absolutely a miracle that we've been able to drag that stuff this far up the evolutionary ladder. I'm amazed we're still alive as a species. God, is it worth it?
Pain is good for art.
Dopamine is the neurotransmitter for predict and control behavior. I suspect it may be the hardest pattern to transcend. It has carried the evolutionary impulse all this way, but cannot carry it all the way. It is incredibly powerful and effective for driving this enormous engine of development. Amazing. But it has brought us to this dead end and the bitch is that it can predict what is beyond, but cannot attain it. So many people die throwing themselves against this brick wall... trying to either attain control or strangle the ability to predict. Or maybe find that happy place where control finally quenches the urge to predict.
Fat chance. It just doesn't work that way.
It's so intoxicating. It wouldn't work so well if it weren't. The reward for attaining control is beyond what most can contain or resist. It rewards all of our brains at once - from the lowest to the highest. If only our lowest didn't have to go along for this ride. If only we could have dropped them off a few thousand years ago. But no.
It occurred to me after watching this film that it is absolutely a miracle that we've been able to drag that stuff this far up the evolutionary ladder. I'm amazed we're still alive as a species. God, is it worth it?
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