States of mind have been in my thoughts. Exploring the subconscious reactions of our brains. I'm sure that a quick google search and a slight in-depth analysis of one of those how-to books at barnes and noble would quickly tell me whether a protective reaction in a time of danger is either voluntary (the brain) or involuntary (the heart though scientists might disagree and burst my romantic bubble and call it nerves).
I had a great weekend involving single letter hostels, unions of squares (think of the quadratic venn diagram) and socarrat. That sweet tasting slightly burnt rice at the bottom of a paella pan. The 7 flavored rice that is my favorite spanish gets an eight when it clings to the blackened metal. There was also a gray, or blue dog and a hotel that aspires to be a ship in the sea of hipster.
But enough of this.
I've entered a business transaction. One without dollar signs on it but certainly a lot of hope. The kind that sparks from beginning an uncertain enterprise with no real visibility into success.
My older brother, not political, or unlawful or blood but my older brother nonetheless is part of a higher education now. An elite group of people I some day hope to join. He said that love is not a feeling but a decision. That "being in love" is a rush of hormones that actually disappears. You need to decide to love someone.
A priest told him that.
Two things. My body obviously doesn't function like their scientific studies. I don't know how much behavior we can scientifically define when talking not about reactions, or patterns but the subtle subjects we call emotions.
Originated in the brain. We still point to our heart.
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