NOT TO GO ON AND ON...
...BUT WE HAVE THE SAME TATOO.


![]() from: If the Buddha Dated by Charlotte Kasl | BIOCHEMISTRY 101: INTIMACY, THE LACK THEREOF, AND OUR IMMUNE SYSTEM |
| According to Paul Pearsall, author of Sexual Healing, the biochemical response to constant infatuation, being "in-love", or seeking a sexual high without an authentic persona; connection leads us to produce large amounts of epinephrine, which creates chronic autonomic agitation or feelings of restlessness and nervousness. This, in turn, can result in irritability, fatigue, and the breakdown of the immune system, leading to chronic anxiety and depression. This experience truly is love-sickness. When people get hooked on the epinephrine high and seek only the thrill, just about anyone will do. Pearsall writes,"Hot reactive sex followed by cool feelings of regret or loneliness can eventually teach our immune system to be as... disconnected as we have been in our intimate decisions." On the other hand, when we create a mindful, loving, personal connection with another, and we are sexually attracted to that person, our bodies produce the hormone oxytocin, which contributes to feelings of intense closeness, thrust and sensual feelings.Incidentally, oxytocin is the same hormone that is secreted when a mother nurses her baby. According to Pearsall, "it's the neurochemical of intimate connection that also helps balance the immune system". It takes nearly four years of a growing, reciprocal, loving union for our bodies to stop creating a epinephrine high and secret oxytocin instead, which means that many people never have the experience of intense intimacy. When we combine the knowledge of our biochemistry with our spiritual knowledge, we can see that what is good for our spiritual journey is good for our relationships and for our immune system. There is no separation between the three. It's as is our bodies are begging us to love well, use our intelligence, and be wise in our choices. |
You Have Placed A Chill In My Heart by Eurythmics.
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| "Evidence in primates suggests that the size of social groups is constrained by cognitive capacity as measured by brain size. After a point, the number and nature of group relationships becomes too complex and groups tend to grown unstable and fission. Based on these projections, human beings should reach a 'natural' cognitive limit when group size reaches about 150. There is extensive empirical evidence of social groupings of about this size in the anthropological literature. It is suggested that language arose as a means of enabling social interactions in large groups as a more efficient substitute for one-on-one social grooming in primates." |



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| SONÊTO DA FIDELIDADE Vinícius de Moraes | SONNET ON FIDELITY Translated by Ashley Brown |
| De tudo, ao meu amor serei atento
Antes, e com tal zêlo, e sempre, e tanto Que mesmo em face do maior encanto Dêle se encante mais meu pensamento. Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento. E assim, quando mais tarde me procure Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive): Que não seja imortal, pôsto que é chama Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure. | Above all, to my love I'll be attentive First, and always with such ardor, so much That even when confronted by this great Enchantment my thoughts ascend to more delight. I want to live it through in each vain moment And in its honor I must spread my song And laugh with my delight and shed my tears When she is sad or when she is contented. And thus, when afterward comes looking for me Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving I could say to myself of the love (I had): Let it not be immortal, since it is flame But let it be infinite while it lasts. |