[Paleopsych] not smart enough
Euterpel66 at aol.com
Euterpel66 at aol.com
Thu Nov 3 01:40:28 UTC 2005
In a message dated 11/2/2005 8:13:23 P.M. Eastern Standard Time,
anonymous_animus at yahoo.com writes:
>>First, dedicated bright people who want to serve and
help, and second, dunces who want to get a degree but
aren't smart enough to finish anything but a education
degree. The low averages make me thing
that the second group is by far the largest.<<
--I'm suspicious of claims people "aren't smart
enough". More likely they are attempting to work
within a system that doesn't match their mode of
information processing. Kinesthetic modelers trying to
adapt to a lecture format, for example. They may well
want to serve, but have a problem adapting to the way
information is presented. Or, they may have emotional
problems that hold them back and make them more
compassionate toward students. There are many
possibilities, other than calling them "dunces".
One could assume from the above paragraph that the
author isn't smart ("a education degree") or one could
guess the writer was hurried, or has a processing
style that doesn't match the written format. I don't
like that we've become so quick to judge as a culture,
and so uninterested in why brains do what they do.
When we look in a mirror, we think we see ourselves as we really are, but in
reality not only is it backwards, but it is two dimensional. My friend, Mike
Waller once wrote a poem about the rose-colored (or he would say
rose-coloured) glasses with which we view the world, ourselves included.
O May No Some Pow'r the Giftie gie us...........
I think old Rabbie got it wrong,
Our world would not last very long
If we could see with steely eye
The self that's seen by passers-by.
The human brain's perhaps the best
But in one way it fails the test.
In planning all our clever acts
We need a mind which faces facts.
Yet one such fact we deeply fear:
There ain't much point in being here.
As billions of us come and go,
>From whence and whither we don't know,
Our egos need stout walls and roof
To shield them from this dreadful truth.
So, whilst outwardly there's no sign,
Inside ourselves we build a shrine.
There, raised upon a noble plinth,
Which stands within a labyrinth,
There dwells the sacred sense of self
So crucial to our mental health.
These gods, who hold us all in thrall,
Demand delusions shared by all,
Which serve to fool the human race
That everyone's a special case.
So when your mind to ego turns
Forget about old Rabbie Burns.
As of yourself you take a view
Wear spectables of rosy hue.
Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.
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