“We are not thinking machines that feel, we are feeling machines that think.”
-António Damásio
A capable quote from a capable brain, António Damásio is a Portuguese neuroscientist who clearly has a way around the human mind. This quote has helped me to understand myself and others around me, with persistent patience for others’ emotions. Sometimes I have a bit of difficulty with giving others their mental space and the patience I would wish for myself, so an approach to dynamics like this is definitely a boon.
Here’s a song about blind brotherhood, when left to emotions alone.
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Hey Donald
I met a man
Upon my watch
We drank our days and nights
We left the platoon without their knowin’
To joke an’ involve in fights
Couldn’t find a man so mugly
He hardly could hold his teeth
But when things were looking ugly
None as quick as his hand to a sheath
So here’s
A drink to you
When all is gone and dry
May we meet again
With a sword for a pen
If we don’t make past July
Hey Donald
He’s my dearest friend
We grew as thick as thieves
We promised when one of us passed
The other pay no grieves
Couldn’t find a man so mugly
He hardly could hold his teeth
But when things were looking ugly
None as quick as his hand to a sheath
He took it hard to heart
When his missus was laid to rest
As we sat around the firelight
He started to bleed from his chest
His eyes
Flood the rivers
His laugh
Fills the rain
And I cling
To my timbers
Remembering songs we sang
Remembering songs we sang
I lay my Donald
In her arms
She took him for a stay
And in her earth and stone embrace
I swore I heard him say
He took my life
Behind my eyes
Please take an oath for me
My ender lies beyond my reach
So take him here to see
Well it’s cold, but it’s mine
I swore he’d last forever
The heat of the core will come in time
To warm me past the sever
I searched for years to find his foe
My trail took to the sea
So to England far nah fair I row
To take a foul bugger with me
I’ve been searchin’
All my life
To find this mis’rable mutt
I’ve been practicin’ my lines to see
The eyes I’ve been tasked to shut
And I’ve lost the point of friendship
And I’ve lost my happy head
So before I take a life again
I’ll remember the voices we led
So here’s
A drink to you
When all is gone and dry
May we meet again
With a sword for a pen
If we don’t make past July
Hey Donald
He’s my dearest friend
We grew as thick as thieves
We promised when one of us passed
The other pay no grieves
Couldn’t find a man so mugly
He hardly could hold his teeth
But when things were looking ugly
None as quick as his hand to a sheath