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Day Seven -- That's It For Week 1

Last day of the week --

The day's agenda:

*Blog immediately *Work on sales process some *Then all sales calls *Review week if in high energy / creativity *Maintenance if not

Results --

Awake: 1:30AM (9 hours sleep)

Death by Analysis

On Frogoyodoe

Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it.

E. B. White

This seems to apply to all things. Analysis is touted as the end all be all for science and the eventual triumph of logic and reason over emotion. Meta-analysis, research analisys, everything is led to analysis because it is believed that this allows for the most objective observation. But analysis kills. We were given emotions for a reason; I’m not saying that a higher being was benevolent enough to endow us with these, all I am saying is that they are a part of our biological encoding as a way to react to the world. The development of a culture of analysis has bypassed this need to feel and given ultimate importance to not feeling. We have advanced to the point where we can strip away almost everything but the data. But what we have left with this data is a sense of meaninglessness. Shows such as Sports Science are breaking down sport to numbers and physics. It is no longer enough to say that it is fun, we are enthralled to know the details behind the force a linebacker hits. I have felt this same thing in my own life. I was scared to ride a roller coaster. We were at an amusement park and I was about 12 years old. I was tall enough to ride them and I wanted to because the small ones had been fun but I was now scared. I really wanted to get on so I tried to reason with myself as I often do. I asked myself why I was scared to get on. I knew that people had died on roller coasters, but I also knew that there were countless engineers and decades of science to corroborate their science. They were paid not to make you die. Of course if I did end up dying it wouldn’t matter to me because I wouldn’t be sad, I wouldn’t be anything. So what was I afraid of? Nothing I realized. It was all perceived danger. It was a meticulously executed illusion. Much like any illusion, once you see past the curtain, the essence of the illusion is dead. That’s the story of how I killed roller coasters. As soon as I understood my own reasoning, I got on the roller coaster. I knew I wasn’t going to die, I knew if I did I wouldn’t be able to be sad; and this knowledge made me not able to be happy. I didn’t enjoy the roller coaster because I saw no logical reason for me to have fun. Analysis had, in trying to gain understanding, killed the very thing it was trying to understand; much like the dissection of a frog. Maybe analysis isn’t what we need in order to understand the world because what we need is to not understand the world. We’ve grown to believe that comprehension is the best solution to solve a problem but the reality is that we are trying to solve a problem that is non-existent. Our world is not a problem. The problem lies within our own perception. Through analysis we attempt to eradicate perspective instead of adjusting it. Objectivity is the purpose because objectivity is the holy grail of science, the unbiased opinion of scientific laws. But what I think is the new goal is an adjustment of ones own perspective: that is what we have to change.

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