Through shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.
I don't know about you, but I find it exhilarating to see how vague psychological notions evaporate and give rise to a physical, mechanistic understanding of the mind, even if it's the mind of the fly.
A fly with a brain the size of a salt grain has the behavioral repertoire nearly as complex as a much larger animal such as a mouse. That's a super-interesting problem from an engineering perspective.
The child's mind is not the type of mind we adults possess. If we call our type of mind the conscious type, that of the child is an unconscious mind. Now an unconscious mind does not mean an inferior mind. An unconscious mind can be full of intelligence. One will find this type of intelligence in every being, and every insect has it.
Some people handle sweets better.
Undernourished, intelligence becomes like the bloated belly of a starving child: swollen, filled with nothing the body can use.
Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
I don't know why I ever come in here. The flies get the best of everything.
Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.