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какой он жизнерадостный
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2021 May 15
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говорят он чествовал состояние, в котором человек отринул все неврозы и искажения, и остался 1-на-1 с реальностью
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я нашел 3 осмысленных способа прочитать. Могу найти еще кучку бесмысленных
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Маслоу не читал. У меня ещё Кнут не дочитан
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Зачем?
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Бессмысленный набор слов
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Какой ты глупый :₽
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Maslow calls this state “being cognition,” the openness of perception to the truth of the world, a truth concealed by the neurotic distortions and illusions that protect one against overwhelming experiences. This idea is fine and correct, this enjoinder to develop the capacity for “being cognition” in order to break out of the one-dimensionality of our lives, the cave of our imprisoning security. But like most things human it is a very paradoxical kind of triumph. This was already clearly seen by Maslow, when he talked about the “dangers of being-cognition.”
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The tragedy of life that Searles is referring to is the one we have been discussing: man’s finitude, his dread of death and of the overwhelmingness of life. The schizophrenic feels these more than anyone else because he has not been able to build the confident defenses that a person normally uses to deny them.
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Так вроде понятнее
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Нет, не понятнее
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Зачем читать ненаучные книжки?
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Психологи, астрологи вот это вот все
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Няологи
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Интересно
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We multiply diseases for delight,
Invent a horrid want, a shameful doubt,
Luxuriate in license, feed on night,
Make inward bedlam—and will not come out.
Why should we? Stripped of subtle complications,
Who could regard the sun except with fear?
This is our shelter against contemplation,
Our only refuge from the plain and clear.
Who would crawl out from under the obscure
To stand defenseless in the sunny air?
No terror of obliquity so sure
As the most shining terror of despair
To know how simple is our deepest need,
How sharp, and how impossible to feed.
Invent a horrid want, a shameful doubt,
Luxuriate in license, feed on night,
Make inward bedlam—and will not come out.
Why should we? Stripped of subtle complications,
Who could regard the sun except with fear?
This is our shelter against contemplation,
Our only refuge from the plain and clear.
Who would crawl out from under the obscure
To stand defenseless in the sunny air?
No terror of obliquity so sure
As the most shining terror of despair
To know how simple is our deepest need,
How sharp, and how impossible to feed.
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Мантикор вон читает тоже, спроси у него
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Я не религиозен, так что при выборе книг не в первую очередь смотрю на научность и ненаучность, христианскость или буддийсткость
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Если читать также как худлит, то нормально.
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Это как?