Being human

I don’t think my mind is as good as it used to be. I find it difficult to take in what I am reading and I am very slow to see the implications and relate what I am reading to a wider context. This is disappointing because I so hoped to be able to write a book on what it means to be human. I keep doing the research, much more slowly now since my heart started playing up, but I am no nearer to putting it all together. I find it hard to grasp the wider picture. Part of the problem is a growing conviction that the answer is not something that can be put into words. It cannot be grasped intellectually but has to be experienced. I read an article evaluating the various theories of consciousness this morning. It was really beyond me and I struggled even to grasp the thread, never mind the distinctions within distinctions. The rational mind can be marvellously subtle when dealing with concepts and can weave the most elaborate tapestries with them. Nevertheless consciousness is simplicity itself, grasped in all its glorious immediacy without any intellection. I know what it is. I know many of its many states but I cannot explain it. No one can. Pascal was right when he said there were things only the heart can understand. 

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point. 

Likewise what it means to be human is something I suspect can be grasped better by feeling and the emotions than intellectually.

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