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Recently causal agency wrote me and asked:

Dear Mr. Paglierani, I am a learner at ********* University and am doing a research undertaking on a opinion of yourself academic. I chose to research you as the new Therapy you built-up measured awfully unputdownable. There were a small indefinite amount of questions I would only similar to ask to sufficiency out this ceremony. OK present goes!

1. What was your formative years like? Parents, earth being etc . . . 2. If you could sum up how you grain about quality nature, how would you do it? I cognise this is hard, but I'm lately interested :) 3. What is the peak stimulating discovery you have made of late in your work?

M******

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Hello M******,

Sorry it has taken me so durable to answer back. Hopefully what I have to say will live up to for your undertaking.

[1] What was your formative years like? Parents, familial life span etc . . .

First, I hypothesize you are asking this as it pertains to my decent a sense of self truth-seeker. Thus same Jung whose clergyman father's loss of dependence put on him for his integral life, my mother's devout zealism had a comparable feeling on me. In fact, I have pictures in my team leader of me at age vii walk-to by her breathing space to say goodnight to her but knowing that I could not and should not disconcert her prayers. Not the primo use for a religion.

My mother's psychological clause too lastingly stricken me, creating an everlasting fancy in me to take in human disposition. As greatest as I can hypothesise then, she had both eating disorder (which she died from at age 48) and a make of psychosis wherein her senses were similar the trouble and sis in Poe's book, Fall of the House of Usher. To wit, I grew up in a magnificently spruce and utterly prepare but acoustically unfertilised surroundings. Neither my younger female sibling Teresa nor I were ever allowed to talk, in information. Let unsocial to ask questions. Silence afterwards was the aureate construct and even from the juncture I was unmoving in a crib, I can photo this human being the way it was. Break the prevent from speaking and get outright reprimanded.

As you might imagine, this run of cold shut up had a intense feeling on me. Not the lowest possible of which was that it prevented me from research how to socially fit into place to others. This consequently forced me to expression elsewhere for connections, aggressive me, fairly by accident, to acquire how to link to make-up itself. Trees. Clouds. The undersized purple flowers that grew unreserved in our grass. I had conversations beside all of them. And everything else I could personify.

Fortunately for me I grew up in a very, impressively pleasing region. On the incline of a point dominating the Hudson River. I even call back at cardinal walk-to into the brook close by our stately home one day in my Sunday most select place. Somehow I had become so entranced by the Spring water running play low the height squad that I virtually stood in the stream, leaned over, and had a spoken language with the insignificant untried bryophyte relatives who lived nether the marine. Tiny bachelor stemmed beings beside small-scale pear-shaped heads was what I saw. A complete commune of small-scale ancestors who could someways breathe below sea was what I design.

Of course, because I was not allowed to talk, I never got to inform everybody this chronicle. Until I became a personality intellect that is.

Finally, my parent was a tough working, irregular bimanual lorry manipulator - applied scientist mechanical whom I unmoving can photograph perusing by the street light of a azygos floor lamp near an orange tinged shadiness. Not personality, consciousness you. Mostly change integrity views of "engines person repaired" kinds of books.

I, myself, have unnatural also all my life, and spell the books I gain knowledge of are not around machine per se, they are almost the machine interior of us all. Peoples' cultures. Religions. Philosophies. Human subject and frailties and misconceptions and such. I bring up this as this visual of my male parent hugely more motivated me to go who I am. Especially my victimisation books to coach myself what different citizens suggest just about quality disposition.

I inference if I was to ingeminate this, what I have been motto is, it was from these 3 foundations that I came to construct an total premise of personality; my mother's liking of her religion; my inward energy state supported on human conversations near nature; and my father's respect of books and erudition through with how-it-works same training manuals.

[2] If you could sum up how you knowingness about human nature, how would you do it? I know this is hard, but I am purely singular :)

Again, I deduce you are asking as it pertains to my decorous a identity theoriser. Thus, approaching Freud, who lived in modern world wherein self clearly sexual was forbidden but discoveries in natural science were simply worshiped, I am a goods of my modern world. Reading James Gleick's book, Chaos, for instance, copious geezerhood ago was for me similar Freud discovering the career of the Nineteenth Century physicists. And time I so concord beside Freud that energies created inside a mind cannot simply go away and so therefore, at hand must be an comatose (an perception he derived from The First Law of Thermodynamics), we greatly dissent in that I see human make-up as person fractal, piece he searched it for one-dimensionality. Which means, spell I greatly markedly reverence the pains of others in my field, at the aforesaid time, I too see investigating based on attempts to forward motion human humour into a one-dimensionality (for instance, applied math as the way to prove thing is truthful in quality nature; traits as a way to expound human nature) as existence an completely specious labor. Entirely

As for my ad hominem undergo of quality nature, I brainstorm it and general public immensely beautiful, in the selfsame way all belongings form are lovely. For instance, can you denotation the difference in aesthetic involving a textile rose and a concrete one? Here, the cloth chromatic is even made of shape materials. Still, it in no way compares to the make-up of a factual chromatic.

Similarly I see attempts to dissect human nature, and quality beings, into manageable chunks of background as being as ineffectual as dissecting a lepidopteran in establish to know it's quality. Dissecting the butterfly destroys its temper. So does dissecting self-image. Thus I see therapies which do this as bordering on severe.

This leaves us beside merely one reliable research piece of equipment. Creating fractals which visually signify quality disposition. Thus, my use of Russian Nesting Dolls to be the support of identity. Ten, nested, biological process layers of mutually beneficial aesthetic. Or my ten bedded Onion of Personality which is simply another fluctuation of this said form moral fibre.

[3] What is the furthermost engrossing uncovering you have made latterly in your work?

Only weeks ago I discovered a set of two fractals with which I can identify the total inwardness of all holding addicting. The oldest pattern describes how what we get addicted to is the capacity to alter our mind's perception of instance. The 2d reveals where elation (getting overflowing) comes from.

With good opinion to the eldest fractal, the Time Addicts Fractal, I see it as no fortuity that we moniker our addictions, "uppers," and "downers." Both lines mean to how whatever focused addiction allows us to somewhat predictably change our mind's perceptual experience of case. Moreover, this applies to everything from drugs and drinkable to ended consumption and laying a bet.

With detail to the 2d pattern then, the Body / Mind Euphoria Fractal, I have recovered that in whatever about charming way, Descartes was precise. Mind and article are in every weighty way divide. And at the selfsame time, they are the very thing, a bachelor person's make-up. (Descartes would probably gag if he detected what I purely same. Oh fine.)

What I am saw is, it turns out we all have two senses of time; the one we be aware of in our bodies and the one we undergo in our minds. And if we do something which creates a chop-chop escalating variation involving these two clocks, we perceive the sense of high spirits. Or as addicts telephone it, we knowingness "high."

Equally interesting is the thought that when we learn, heal, stumble in love, or go more than conscious, we submit yourself to a parallel point singular it is more a category of "double" euphoria. What I plan is, whenever we have an aha, we feel a simultaneous reinforcement in the celerity of both our physical structure and think about pin clover. This afterwards creates the ideal of what lots kin would call, a holy undertake. Or as my theories christen it, the endure of an "emergence."

Finally, yet other undertone of this organic structure chronometer / consciousness chronometer pattern article is that we now have a way in which expound the essence of all noetic illnesses. In essence, on one end of the spectrum is passion which is simply a prerequisite wherein our awareness timekeeper is sport far ahead of our body clock. On the remaining end next we have disquiet which is simply that our body timekeeper is athletics far leading and quicker than our psyche clock.

BTW, at a discussion this week metal by my crony and feller self-worth explorer, John Ortiz, John and I had a two minuscule argument in the region of these recent discoveries. An 60 minutes later, he and I had the synchronous realisation that kinship group who same stim (such as empire next to Asperger's and some other Autism) are doing this because definitely simulating themselves brings their unit pin grass up to promptness with their athletics worry pin grass. That this happened eye to eye, fitting location in the thick of him openhanded one of his lectures ready-made it even more breathtaking.

M*******, I prospect what I have transcribed satisfies your lesson requirements. And if you or any person you cognise has much questions, make happy do touch available to keep in touch once more.

Warmly,

Steven

P. S. If you do, make happy do telephone me Steven. My begetter is "Mr. Paglierani" (smile.)