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16 February 2012

What is a secret, neurobiologically? And why are people more likely to tell their secrets to total strangers? by David Eagleman.

From Incognito, by David Eagleman





What is a secret, neurobiologically?  Imagine constructing an artificial neural network of millions of interconnected neurons---what would a secret look like here?  Could a toaster, with its interconnected parts, harbor a secret?  We have useful scientific frameworks for understanding Parkinson's disease, color perception, and temperature sensation---but none for understanding what it means for the brain to have and to hold a secret.


Within the team-of-rivals framework, a secret is easily understood:  it is the result of struggle between competing parties in the brain.  One part of the brain wants to reveal something, and another part does not want to.  When there are competing votes in the brain---one for telling, and one for withholding---that defines a secret.  If no party cares to tell, that's merely a boring fact; if both parties want to tell, that's just a good story.  Without the framework of rivalry, we would have no way to understand a secret.*  The reason a secret is experienced consciously is because it results from a rivalry.  It is not business as usual, and therefore the CEO is called upon to deal with it.


The main reason not to reveal a secret is aversion to the long-term consequences.  A friend might think ill of you, or a lover might be hurt, or a community might ostracize you.  This concern about the outcome is evidenced by the fact that people are more likely to tell their secrets to total strangers; with someone you don't know, the neural conflict can be dissipated with none of the costs.  This is why strangers can be so forthcoming on airplanes, telling all the details of their marital troubles, and why confessional booths have remained a staple in one of the world's largest religions.  It may similarly explain the appeal of prayer, especially in those religions that have very personal gods, deities who lend their ears with undivided attention and infinite love. 


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As you have doubtless noticed, venting a secret is usually done for its own sake, not as an invitation for advice.  If the listener spots an obvious solution to some problem revealed by the secret and makes the mistake of suggesting it, this will frustrate the teller---all she really wanted was to tell.  The act of telling a secret can itself be the solution.  An open question is why the receiver of the secrets has to be himan---or human-like, in the case of deities.  Telling a wall, a lizard, or a goat your secrets is much less satisfying.

* Some people are constitutionally incapable of keeping a secret, and this balance may tell us something about the battles going on inside them and which way they tip.  Good spies and secret agents are those people whose battle always tips toward long-term decision making rather than the thrill of telling.

13 February 2012

Les Demoiselles de Rochefort - Chanson de Maxence / You Must Believe In Spring



Je l'ai cherchée partout j'ai fait le tour du monde
De Venise à Java de Manille à Hankor
De Jeanne à Victoria de Vénus en Joconde
Je ne l'ai pas trouvée et je la cherche encore

Je ne connais rien d'elle et pourtant je la vois
J'ai inventé son nom j'ai entendu sa voix
J'ai dessiné son corps et j'ai peint son visage
Son portrait et l'amour ne font plus qu'une image

Elle a cette beauté des filles romantiques
Et d'un Botticelli le regard innocent
Son profil est celui de ces vierges mythiques
Qui hantent les musées et les adolescents

Sa démarche ressemble aux souvenirs d'enfant
Qui trottent dans ma tête et dansent en rêvant
Sur son front, ses cheveux sont de l'or en bataille
Que le vent de la mer et le soleil chamaillent

Je pourrais vous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains
Je pourrais vous parler d'elle jusqu'à demain
Son amour, c'est ma vie mais à quoi bon rêver?
Je l'ai cherchée partout je ne l'ai pas trouvée

Il pourrait nous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains
Il pourrait nous parler d'elle jusqu'à demain
Son amour, c'est sa vie mais à quoi bon rêver?
Il l'a cherchée partout il ne l'a pas trouvée

Est-elle loin d'ici? est-elle près de moi?
Je n'en sais rien encore mais je sais qu'elle existe
Est-elle pécheresse ou bien fille de roi?
Que m'importe son sang puisque je suis artiste
Et que l'amour dicte sa loi
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Jacques Perrin (Maxence)
Versione restaurata curata da Agnes Varda.
Colonna Sonora di Michel Legrand

Music written by
Lyrics written by

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When lonely feelings chill
The meadows of your mind,
Just think if Winter comes,
Can Spring be far behind?

Beneath the deepest snows,
The secret of a rose
Is merely that it knows
You must believe in Spring!

Just as a tree is sure
Its leaves will reappear;
It knows its emptiness
Is just a time of year

The frozen mountain dreams
Of April's melting streams,
How crystal clear it seems,
You must believe in Spring!

You must believe in love
And trust it's on its way,
Just as a sleeping rose
Awaits the kiss of May

So in a world of snow,
Of things that come and go,
Where what you think you know,
You can't be certain of,
You must believe in Spring and love

INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE

You must believe in love
And trust it's on its way,
Just as a sleeping rose
Awaits the kiss of May

So in a world of snow,
Of things that come and go,
Where what you think you know,
You can't be certain of,
You must believe in Spring and love

You must believe in Spring and love
You must believe in Spring and love
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Lyrics written by
Original music written by
Original lyrics written by