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Irrational behavior....


I don't know how many times we have spent the lottery. It is nothing more than wishful thinking. A daydream we have sustained over the years that we most often summon up while we are in Florida. I suppose someone could come up with a rational explanation for our irrational behavior. I really don't know if coming up with plausable reasoning is in any way useful or helpful. There are lots of times that we use rational explanations for things which pop up from the subconscious. I was reading about an experiment where patients had the two hemispheres of the brain disconnected. I suppose this may have been due to trauma or surgical necessity. In these cases a person could be shown an object in say the eye opposite his speech centers. Although he could not name the object he was looking at, he might display an appropriate emotion. Yet being unable to articulate the name for the object, he would then offer some rational explanation for the emotion. Suppose this is happening through other faults in our perception. It makes it sound as if a lot of what we give reasonable explanation for could be error. Something we hatched up on the spur of the moment. So we go around with our reasons for what we do or feel and they aren't related to the truth. Another paper I read asked if the evolved mind could be trusted in terms of perception. There is an easy experiment to illustrate how the mind can cover up things. You can take a card with a dot on it and a grid around it. When you hold it just right, the dot is blocked out by the plexus at the back of the eye. The brain constructs a perfect grid in its place. It makes me wonder, "what am I missing?"

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