How Reading Creates Empathy
We read to experience what we do not know. We write to share what we think we understand. Learning and sharing constructs leads to literacy and thus begins the formative memes of a shared, and cogent, morality.
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How to Know a Good Man
If we were to have a mascot for this Scientific Aesthetic blog where the Arts and Science converge, it would undoubtedly be the visage of the medically trained essayist, poet philosopher and Harvard professor — and brother of Henry and Alice and son of Henry, Sr. — William James.
Welcome to Scientific Aesthetic
We welcome you to ScientificAesthetic.com where we bring The Arts to Science to create understanding and foment meaning! ! We hope you enjoy our two logos: One explains it all and the second suggests everything. You’ll see both versions floating around the web in the weeks, decades, and centuries to come:
Separating Semaphores from Semiotics
We love a Semiotic world where images can have a variety of meanings and influences depending on the eye perceiving the message.
We also live in a Semaphoric world where specific images have a specific, non-negotiable, meaning that cannot, and must not, be open to individual interpretation. In the image below, those flags, in that exact position, mean “Romeo” or “R” and if you don’t understand that Semaphore, you are unable to communicate or be understood.
Traumatic Brain Injuries Erasing the Mind
Are we our minds? Or are we our bodies? I believe we are our minds and never our bodies. The body is disposable. The mind, with the right protections and preservations, can live forever. The brain is a container for the mind and the mind is a neural network of memories.
Those memories, both the learned and the innate, form a perception of us and others. When the container is unexpectedly corrupted — when the brain is damaged by injury or disease or psychic trauma — strange things begin to happen.
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Going to Preschool at 23
by Andrea Puckett
Two years ago, I went back to school. It wasn’t a college or a professional program, but it was preschool. This was my first time at attending a preschool because when I was a child I told my mom that I didn’t want to go to one and she didn’t send me. I attended not as a student but as a teacher. However, I think that I was the one that gained a world of knowledge.
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