Monday, April 11, 2011

A Liberally Conservative Republicrat

               When someone can’t make up their mind, there is more involved than simple indecision.  We are all of “two minds.” We have a left brain for logical processes and a right brain for emotion and intuition. In fact we actually have two brains functioning independently of each other, joined at the base by the corpus callosum, which is similar in function to a high speed network cable.  Our personalities are to a large degree a function of the blending of our left and right brain processes.
               Apparently our political views are also influenced by the structure of our brains. Researchers at University College in London have discovered that those who consider themselves liberal have larger anterior cingulate cortexes and a greater ability to process conflicting information. Those who consider themselves conservative have larger amygdales and a greater ability to recognize threat. The cingulate cortex is involved in executive function, learning and abstract thinking. The amygdala is involved in fear response and, interestingly, memory consolidation.
Perhaps it is understandable that a species with two brains, two eyes, two ears and pairs of limbs would habitually divide itself into two opposing camps. Conservatives and liberals, democrats and republicans compete for what they perceive as their own best interests, but what if those perceptions are filtered through brain structure like fall colors through tinted glasses? Unfortunately for all of us, many people allow their habitual thought processes to become a permanent template against which they measure new ideas and new information.  Rather than applying reason and intuition and consciously activating more functions of the brain to arrive at a conclusion, we take the easy way out and measure new information against our old template. In politics this results in people who always vote along party lines, no matter what ideas or experience the candidate has.  It results in resistance to change even when change is necessary. It results in unfunded mandates when new missions are begun without proper attention to execution and control.
As humans we have a need to identify with other humans in order to clarify our sense of self. We are also wired to look for cues which separate “us” from “them,” and there is a natural tendency to view “the other” with suspicion.  It is easier to consider every democrat a liberal and therefore wrong or every republican a conservative and therefore wrong. In the United States, most of us have evolved beyond judging people based upon surface features such as skin color, but we still judge each other passionately based on the artificial constructs of politics.
We are conscious beings and, unlike animals, we can choose to process information with more of our brain function than we often do. A remarkable feature of our brains is that they are capable of continuing evolution and “rewiring.” Habitual patterns can be overwritten by consciously choosing new behaviors and allowing new information to be incorporated. It would behoove us, during these changing and often dangerous times, to perceive truth as directly as we are capable, without the filters of our preconceived notions and prejudices. To do otherwise is to be willfully ignorant. We do not need to be exclusively liberal or conservative. We can be both at the appropriate juncture.  We need liberal thinking to conceive the notion of putting a man on the moon. We need conservative standards to build the rocket.
              

A Cool Breeze From The Mountain

               I am turning off the television with resolve on this bright spring morning. The disconnect between celebrities chatting about other celebrities one moment and updates on the latest shooting in Atlanta the next is too great. The Internet is a silent scream of war and rumors of war, of disaster and impending doom – but wouldn’t you like to ride out the apocalypse in a brand new SUV? Meanwhile, outside my window a puppy is chasing a butterfly against a backdrop of bright green leaves which magically appeared overnight. Flower buds are opening. The bee hives out by the barn are buzzing with busy workers bringing in loads of pollen to feed their young.
               It is a gorgeous spring day, and even though the beauty conceals a world of life and death drama (the puppy caught the butterfly) just beneath the surface which is in every way as intense as our human struggles, the vibrancy and the honesty of the natural world renders the food for thought proffered by our networks of virtual reality into an indigestible mass.
               To be “connected” in our culture means to be immersed in continuous drama and hype. Is it any wonder that stress related diseases are on the rise in our country, appearing now even among school children? What a gold mine we have become for pharmaceutical companies which offer cures for all the ills of humanity as well as for the side effects of the cures. Where else can we joyfully buy a pill for depression which may cause cancer, constipation and erectile dysfunction - because we have pills for all those conditions too?
               I am concerned for our young and malleable minds, not because of declining test scores based on arbitrary standards designed to measure competitiveness, but because I do not know what tools they are being given for discernment and critical thinking. My own generation did not do much better as we memorized facts and figures. We were taught what to think in order to pass the tests, but rare was the teacher who taught us how to think. We watched too much television, but we were not saturated in information and we were not constantly, during every waking moment, stimulated by input designed to excite and emote for profit and political gain. Consider the decisions made by my generation, the wars we fought, the idiots we elected, the degradation of our Republic that we allowed – and we did it all with the help of television, radio and print alone.  What will the next generation choose after being raised in the chaos of the Information Age?
               The cool breeze from the mountain is imbued with life force this morning. The smell of freshly plowed soil draws me away from this box of sand and wires and away from the vanity and vexation of spirit that we call civilization.