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Heart Matters More Than Mind

Posted in Ethics & Morals, Psychology, Rationality & Logic, relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2019 by Drogo

This theme of ‘love vs intelligence’ probably first became an issue for me from studying the fantasy works about Oz, regarding the Tin Man and the Scarecrow. It also involved arguing with dad about having ‘stupid friends’ who were not very smart. my gentle giant friend Fruity would admit he was not very ‘book smart’; he would do stupid stuff to amuse me to show how strong he was. Dad and i debated about whether i could have friends that were mentally challenged; defined by IQ, or speech, or behavior, or even looks i suppose. humility in a personality makes me sympathetic; what comes to mind for examples are caring for a pet or care-giving for an ‘idiot’ or foolish loved one. So taken to extremes: Heart (Compassion) symbolizes caring for family by wanting them with us; and Mind (Intellect) symbolizes personal or collective function as more important than emotional sentiment that would hinder our egos. Often my mind tries to protect my heart, by distancing emotional triggers; and sometimes family relations are issues.

One time when i was arguing with my father about things in life, i said “heart matters more than mind”; what i meant was caring means more than intelligence to me. As much as my father and i loved knowledge, and we placed value in being smart and getting good grades, I was trying to create a foundation level of compassion between us as i was becoming and adult who had to live up to his expectations. Dad’s understanding of what i meant was a bonding moment between us over the years. I certainly got all kinds of grades in schools, including straight A’s some years, but mainly A’s and B’s. In college i graduated with honors and a Masters Degree in Architecture; and certainly intellectually i knew even when i had that talk with Dad, that what i called ‘heart’ was really emotional and ethical compassion in our minds, and not the anatomical organ (although pumping blood is vital and health is systemic).

In conclusion, regarding passion drives that control how we use rationality or our kinds of logic we integrate in our personality (see SCOD research of types of logic with Rock Wheeler), Heart (or Love) matters more as a motivational drive, because emotions are combined within us as instinctual survival mechanisms to help us at least get the basics and have some satisfaction thriving if we can feel the rewards of success. Brains (Intellect) or our Rational Minds are clearly important for basic functions as well, and vital for higher functions like wisdom that weighs emotion and knowledge (like a super-ego). Humans need both Heart and Mind, of course; but to me Heart (compassionate emotion) matters more as it drives will-power. It should be said that the balance between the two, back and forth, is how we make sure we prioritize care about the correct things, animals, or people in life. So why do I still say ‘Heart matters more than Mind’? I say it because LOVING ‘feels’ more important than the tool of logic (which is very useful too, don’t be jealous logic, I care about you too).

Love you Dad, Drogo

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Trainor Poems: Flame Daggers

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2010 by Drogo

1:
They burn brightly when close
Their bodies casts shadows and each is eclipsed
Both fail to act and plan to act again tomorrow
Wearing smiles like makeup but not getting too close
To avoid the wrinkles and their rightful focus
Broken promises have become currency
Words now light and meaningless
unless sharpened and used as intimate daggers
Intent to invent reasons to destroy us
Without understanding how deeply connected
Alone they cannot sever the soul tendrils
That will pain them forever

2:
Thoughts spark and memory burns
Cloaked as smoke the past escapes
Returning to the chamber of conception
I try to remember what it was
Replete with emptiness new and old
Yesterday is homeless and emotion is gravity
Folding in on itself like a star
Back to the confinement of cells
Whatever it is I feel it in my arms

– The Trainor