Silly me, I forgot that my life is nuts and I'm bad at this sort of thing. But what can you do?

I feel like my Psychology class is slowly dismantling all hopes that I had for human objectivity. First it was hindsight bias and false memories, now we're starting in on the way we perceive the world. Reliable? Mostly. Accurate? Maybe. But then again, there's change blindness, when a man who asks a stranger for directions can be switched with an Asian woman and the direction-giver may not notice. Admittedly, this is because all of our senses are picking up an amazing amount of information at any given time, and we can only consciously focus on a very small fraction of it (think a ratio of 1:2,750,000). Thus, our senses are keen enough to get us by through most of everyday life, but the holes that scientists have uncovered–in the form of various optical and auditory illusions–worry me because as we build an increasingly complex society, there will be an increasing burden on our senses. There may be a time when our basic senses become inadequate for everyday life, and what then? Just something to think about.

Well, now I've looked at some more sources and come up with two separate Australian creation myths. Go figure. Both involve an all-powerful patriarchal god and a female Mother Sun to a certain extent. In one, the Great Father sends the sun down to the earth to give form to the sleeping spirits. In another he goes down himself and awakens the water snake to create rivers and shapes the spirits into plants and animals.

Gotta say, I really have no idea which if these three is the most authentic, if any. That would require a bit more research which I may well get to at some point. I'm kind of disappointed with these new versions, though. I was excited by the idea of individuals spontaneously shaping the world around them, cutting order into the disordered bundles of animals and plants. These latest two seem like more typical creation stories based on a father figure already established as being at the top of the spiritual hierarchy.

However, I do appreciate the appearance of a female sun god. All of the sun gods I've seen before (in my admittedly incomplete personal experience) have been male, aligning with the interpretation of fire as a male element. However, these myths seem to emphasize the nurturing aspects of the sun, and therefore label it as a woman, a mother.

I guess the moral is that I should do some more research before next Monday. :)

As some of the religion part of this blog, I've decided to post and reflect on a new creation myth every Monday. I figured it's appropriate, being the "first day" of the Christian creation story and the first day of the school week. Today's myth comes from the Australian Aboriginal People.

In the beginning the earth was a bare plain. All was dark. There was no life, no death. The sun, the moon, and the stars slept beneath the earth. All the eternal ancestors slept there, too, until at last they woke themselves out of their own eternity and broke through to the surface.

When the eternal ancestors arose, in the Dreamtime, they wandered the earth, sometimes in animal form -- as kangaroos, or emus, or lizards -- sometimes in human shape, sometimes part animal and human, sometimes as part human and plant.

Two such beings, self-created out of nothing, were the Ungambikula. Wandering the world, they found half-made human beings. They were made of animals and plants, but were shapeless bundles, lying higgledy-piggledy, near where water holes and salt lakes could be created. The people were all doubled over into balls, vague and unfinished, without limbs or features.

With their great stone knives, the Ungambikula carved heads, bodies, legs, and arms out of the bundles. They made the faces, and the hands and feet. At last the human beings were finished.

Thus every man and woman was transformed from nature and owes allegiance to the totem of the animal or the plant that made the bundle they were created from -- such as the plum tree, the grass seed, the large and small lizards, the parakeet, or the rat.

This work done, the ancestors went back to sleep. Some of them returned to underground homes, others became rocks and trees. The trails the ancestors walked in the Dreamtime are holy trails. Everywhere the ancestors went, they left sacred traces of their presence -- a rock, a waterhole, a tree.

For the Dreamtime does not merely lie in the distant past, the Dreamtime is the eternal Now. Between heartbeat and heartbeat, the Dreamtime can come again.

So that's interesting, isn't it? The materials for human beings were just lying around, and it never really says who made them.

I like, however, the element of self-creation. The Ungambikula created themselves, woke themselves from their eternal slumber, and went out and themselves created the world, the people the plants. The people were originally helpless themselves, but they in turn went out to shape the world. Yet they always needed to remember their origins, the creatures that made up their original bundle. That's definitely a different idea of a totem animal than what I'm used to.

Sorry this is so short, I need to get going to school. Maybe more later.

That is the first and last time I will make that pun on this blog, I swear.

Before I entered my Psychology class, I–like most people, probably–didn't really know how the brain works. I had a general idea that neurons fire and stuff happens (heck, I've already taken biology, so I learned about stuff on a cellular level in MORE DETAIL THAN YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT), but that is the most general of generalities. Now I'm a month into my AP Psychology course and... Well, I still only have a general idea about how the brain works (how much does anybody know, really?) but what I do know is so cool!

For instance, you have a blind spot in each eye where your optic nerve connects to your retina (check it out for yourself here). It doesn't affect you in every day life because one eye can generally cover for the blind spot of the other, but it's the kind of useless trivia that I really like.

And babies are born with a ton of reflexes. I also cherish this knowledge, however it makes me want to go up to strangers and poke their babies. I feel that this is a less than desirable compulsion.

And... Well, I could go on, but if you really wanted to know a list of cool facts, you'd look up a Psychology website, or something. Bottom line, Psychology is really cool, but it's also really controversial. You may have heard of the Milgram experiment. Although it sounds really terrible, it's also stuff like that that makes Psychology interesting to learn about, because it's so inextricably tied up in ethics.

However, I will make sure not to use my knowledge for evil. I promise. :)