Let me explain why I love being a woman of science. I had a really difficult conversation last night, and afterwards felt positively jarred and as though my worldview had been shaken.
I immediately ran into two great scientist friends (let that adjective modify either of those nouns...or preferably both), the neuroscientist said
Well, it sounds like he's possibly missing some reward pathways in his brain.and the molecular biologist said
You know, even if you set up a model with incorrect parameters, the system will still run to completion.
These were not the cheeky remarks of a lay scientist, this is the type of thoughtful analysis that arrises from a conversation with people who immerse themselves daily in hardcore, control group tested, peer-reviewed TRUTH.
I have a great deal of gratitude for all of the people in my life who allow me this type of discourse, and humor me by agreeing that a budding relationship is exactly like cellular automaton, and what is hatred if not the one-point compactification of love.
Don't get me wrong, I am a highly emotional being. In fact, nothing gives me greater pleasure than exploring and processing my emotional state. I don't think that life and relationships can be reduced to axioms and definitions, but I do believe that this is a powerful lexicon for addressing real life issues. What a gift it is to speak about intense emotions using the language of scientific rigor. An emotional state can be an ellusive thing to describe, but let that difficulty arise from lack of self-awareness, not improper syntax.
As Pema Chödrön points out in her fantastic little book, "Awakening Loving Kindness," meditation is a three part process: Precision, Gentleness, and Letting Go. If Just Love was my homage to gentleness, then consider this my homage to precision.
To all of my truth warriors out there: Namaste you badass bitches.
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