The new simplistic

psychology, invented to replace or add on to Freudian id, ego, supergo.

I present three gremlins of the psyche:

1. The Negato, who firmly says "no" to thoughts, ideas, opportunities, and so on. Maybe you should draw a picture? No, says the negato, and you don't draw it. Maybe you should go out tonight? No, says the negato, and you stay home.

2. The Affirmito, or Creato, or some better name, who is the one who comes up with all those ideas of what you just might do. If you always listen to him you'll be constantly active, and constantly doing new things. Perhaps there will be no direction to your actions, and maybe nothing will get finished, because each idea must be acted on, each opportunity taken.

3. The Schmego or Shmego, who doesn't really make this a nice trichotomy, but has to be included anyway. A sort of internal guardian angel, who sometimes has the solution, does the right thing, when nothing ought to work -- the thing-inside that brings the dead-drunk home safely.

The idea was

that there was such a thing as a room of ultimate significance, though now it strikes me that a better name would be room of maximum resonance, but that's all a matter of naming.

About the room: It is a sort of final destination. Though you could leave, go elsewhere, and so on, the room would push some important aspect of experience to a maximum. Maybe that aspect of experience is significance, or maybe meditiveness, or maybe some feeling of resonance, but now I'm getting vague or iffy. Just combine a sense of calmness with deep significance, and that's the part of experience that the room is attuned to, or is so likely to bring you to.

Is that what I used to think the room was (or maybe there are several of them)? Or has the idea changed along the way. And maybe you can wonder, is it really a room? Couldn't it just be some other place, like maybe a field somewhere? But no, it is a room.

Do you know

the true meaning of Kitchener?

It's elusive, but somewhere a bit on the outskirts of the city I began to feel it, the meaning of Kitchener coming on me like a sort of emotion that will somehow transform itself into knowledge. But all I'm left with now is the word "ramshackle" and that can't be all there is to it.

Shinjo, you

say this blog reveals something about me... What?

This

is written in a room that seems devoted to dark brown, for it collects all the dark brown things in the house. Tomorrow, we'll come home from somewhere and somehow in the room will have materialized a large pile of dark brown corduoroy pants.

Ummm, ya...

...So how is your sense of totality? Cause, somehow it matters, even if you never stray far, that all that stuff is out there. That is, you may stay here, but that won't make everything else (and there is apparently so much everything else) go away. And even if you go far and wide, can you really take it all in? Maybe. I don't know. But even if not, surely we can have a sense of how big things might be.

Or maybe nothing matters too much but what is here around us right now.

Swamp mind

sets in. Better swing about like the swamp man, and trundle back and forth to the true swamp ryhthm. Get to know the swamp. Swamp things. Swamp stride. Swamp thought? No! Swamp lack-of-thought.

Listen, you'll hear it.