Artigos assim faz-se necessário que alguém o traduza, pena que eu não tenha tempo. A autora, jornalista, não conhece a Ciência da Matrix/DNA, por isso ela ainda está vendo mistérios onde não existem, pois já foram solucionados pelas Ciências. E meu artigo complementar aqui é uma boa oportunidade para quem tambem como ela não sabe como e porque ocorre a primeira batida do coração e o que mantem essas batidas para o resto da vida. Mas tambem foi para mim - e deve ser para todos os homens - uma excelente oportunidade para conhecer a misteriosa ( esta sim, ainda tem alguns mistérios não solucionados) psicologia feminina, ao menos, ver confessado e confirmado o que a fórmula da Matrix/DNA já tinha sugerido a muito tempo. Porque as mulheres acreditam que um homem não-rico vai decidir se escravizar no trabalho, se submeter aos caprichos e humilhações de patrões pelo resto da vida, perder sua liberdade de ir e vir como é sua natureza de caçador e aventureiro, aguentar ao seu lado uma pessoa que fica a todo momento puxando sua mente viajante em horizontes alem do próprio umbigo para retornar e se ocupar com coisas domésticas, detalhes banais, etc., e decidir perder tudo isto ao se "casar com ela"?! A autora mesmo se faz essa pergunta e por isso a coisa fica super-interessante: então elas sabem, conhecem essa face incoerente de suas ambições. Se conhecem, porque insistem neste sistema social com essa "instituição social" denominada "casamento"? Se isso vai torturar homens? Existem alternativas de sistema social onde elas poderiam viver, sobreviver, sem ser necessário o casamento, e alternativas onde inclusive a maioria delas estariam vivendo melhor do que vivem hoje como casadas. Por exemplo o sistema imaginado por Aldous Huxley em A Ilha, onde as mulheres tinham assistência social na pregnância previamente planejada socialmente e a sociedade mantinha uma espécie de "creche" para cuidar das crianças logo após o nascimento. Mas melhor mesmo seria o outro sistema social sugerido pela Matrix/DNA.
O que não pode continuar eternamente é este sistema social criado e mantido baseado na divisão entre grandes predadores, médio predadores e ovelhas, ainda imitando as regras das selvas e os instintos animalescos, numa expressão de extremo egoismo,... mas tambem a autora aqui reconhece que por trás do louvado instinto maternal subjaz uma expressão egoísta feminina. Assim como sabemos que por trás da natureza e tendencia masculina tambem subjaz outra forma do egoismo.
Quando eu disse acima que o artigo tenta uma conexão do infinitamente pequeno ( a primeira batida do coração em um humano) com o infinitamente grande ( o Universo natural como a maquina) pode ser melhor entendido vendo-se as excelentes figuras na ilustração do artigo. Nas primeiras figuras as imagens exprimem o sonho da autora estando na sala do parto e depois o sonho se desintegrando ( ela nunca teve filhos), e nas outras figuras as imagens exprimem o ser perante o mistério do Cosmos.
Mas quando trazemos a fórmula da Matrix/DNA para a mesa, as causas primordiais das naturezas diferentes masculina e feminina se aclaram de maneira brilhante. Nós passamos a entender aqui e agora, os dois estados psicológicos e comportamentos, porque vemos de onde vem, pela evolução, até suas primeiras manifestações na longínqua origem do Universo. E tal como a questão do inicio e continuidade do bater do coração expressando o fenômeno da Vida, esta questão das diferentes psicologias perdem seus mistérios, ap menos enquanto isso tudo está dentro desta maquina, deste Universo. No entanto não resolvemos os mistérios, porque quando chegamos na origem do Universo os vemos se estendendo para o antes e o alem, e das fronteiras do Universo não podemos passar. O mistério se perde nas brumas do tempo e do espaço, mas estamos ainda assim numa posição melhor que a maioria como a jornalista que por não conhecer a solução deles enquanto estão dentro do Universo, se refugia como sempre a humanidade fez, inventando deuses e magias, que depois descobrimos não existirem aqui dentro. Alem disso, o nosso passo maior levando-nos às fronteiras ultimas nos possibilita projetar o que vemos aqui como resultado que certamente foi produzido por algo alem, e o resultado, assim como uma obra artística, sempre revela algo do autor.
A seguir vem os comentários que postei no New York Times mesmo sabendo que nenhum possível leitor nada vai entender, ou pior, seus prévios julgamentos ignorantes o leva a negar a explicação.
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Louis Charles Morelli
New York, NYThis is not a mystery in these machines ( the natural universe and the human body), since that we discovered the universal formula that Nature has used for building natural systems (The Matrix/DNA). The heart start beating due the hierarchy of systems, where one feeds the other. Since the human body is a product of evolution, we need search explanations making the reverse way, then, we see how the first biological cell system started "beating": it was mitochondria producing ATP and making the nucleus pulsation. Then, we see that this first cell is a system inside its system's creator - this galaxy. And the formula shows how a pulsar producing comets towards a nuclear black hole makes the whole system pulsating. Galaxies came from evolution of atoms systems, and the pulsating phenomena is performed between a proton and a neutron, emitting pion particles. Finally we arrive to the whole Universe, at its origins, and see how the Big Bang is the initial pulse. Then we finally arrives to the mystery: before and beyond this Universe. But, the informations we know here are enough for concluding something: "There was ( or is) an ex-machine system.
The way that human body, as a system, starts and works becomes easier to understanding if knowing the formula for systems and how this formula was at the origins of life. The formula have two pumps, working alternatively, so, when one beats, it feed the other that are static, which beats feeding the first. As I sad, the first beat comes from the larger system, the mother's body.
nestorb98
goodyear, arizona YesterdayLouis Charles Morelli
New York, NY
nestorb98 - The distance between astronomical bodies does not avoid that an astronomical system have its kind of "heart" bitting (see the astronomical model from Matrix/DNA Theory). Included the two valves, opening and closing. The name "terrestrial life" is no good: there is terrestrial systems that are more evolved from the last astronomical evolved system ( these terrestrial systems are called 'biological", while there are astronomical systems that are half-mechanical and half-biological. So, Biology already eas designed in the sky and biological evolution is merely a continuing from cosmological evolution. When we see this continuing, we don't need to see "created phrases like let be there light". Even the first light was merely a kind of blood pumped by big-bangs. And since we discovered that a wave of light has the code for systems, we know that before the Big bang there was a natural conscious system. The mystery just now is about this ex-machine system, existing before and beyond this Universe.
ElizGaucher
Middlebury, VT USA 2 days ago
"Why am I being wasted?" That hurts so much because it is so true. You nailed it. Not that this is the case but that this question is at the heart of the pain. Well done. Thank you for going there.
BBB
New York, NY Yesterday
Obviously women without children are not "wasted." But the feeling of being "wasted" is what is being discussed here. And I do think it is quite true that many women feel this way as they face down childlessness. Sad and unfortunate, but true.
Louis Charles Morelli
New York, NY
Due super-population and global warming by humans, those that decides not have children are heroes. And those from these heroes that adopts abandoned children is two times heroes. And those that don't have children, that adopted children and works hard for producing with their own hands what they consumes ( not vampirizing the cheap labor of third world countries) are three times heroes.
Maybe I am wrong, narcissist, because I am one three times heroe... It is possible and it is grateful.
K. Iyer
Durham, NC 2 days ago
This is incredibly painful just to read; beyond anything a man can imagine. There is also a crucial sentence. "How had she convinced a man to work long hours and do without luxuries in return for the mundane, mammalian joys of wife and child?". So much of a woman's self- image, purpose, worth is tied up in this that can keep scientists wondering about the nature/nurture debate. How elemental is this need? As our society transforms itself, may be just may be, we will look to the future in a different way.
Louis Charles Morelli
New York, NYK. Lyer - Consciousness will prevail over female instincts, and the need for children will be minimized. But, where come this instinct from, how and why the human reproductive apparatus got this shape?! The Matrix/DNA Theory introduces us to models of natural systems that explains it. Two of these models are saw at my avatar here. They shows that the vital cycle of human mammalian life is equal to the systemic circuit of the building block of astronomical systems. We can see that a spiral vortex generates "seeds of astronomical bodies" using interstellar dust from died stars systems. It is imperative for surviving that the spiral vortex produces "new astronomical children" - if not, the whole circuit is destroyed. The entire human reproductive apparatus is a copy of this astronomical self-recycling mechanism. The problem is that our non-conscious celestial ancestor made a big mistake, becoming a perfect closed system. It is an offense to universal laws for evolution, so, entropy made this system falling here as opened system - the biological cell system. The surprise for me here is that this materialist, naturalist, version of Natural History is a scientific version equal to the version of the Paradise and The Fall. At our astronomical ancestor, the female choose to be closed system, which is the extreme expression of selfishness. But, upon humans came a novelty ( consciousness) and it is our hope that women will change its wrong tendencies inherited from Eve.
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Vou copiar o texto aqui ( O NYT que me perdoe, nas este serviço de utlidade publica não pode deixar de ser feito) para ir traduzindo à medida do possível, esperando que alguém aí com tempo sobrando ajude. Mas para quem mais se interessar, é importante ler os comentários que seguem ao artigo, pois eles acrescentam interessantes idéias. E veja, depois do texto abaixo, a analise de tudo isso e as explicações, as causas, a longa história evolucionaria que levou ao presente estado destas situações, segundo o que revela a leitura da fórmula da Matrix/DNA
The Mystery in the Machine
LOS ANGELES — During the six years I begged my husband to get me
( Durante seis anos eu tentei meu marido me engravidar
pregnant, I kept certain images locked away in a mental hope chest. The
(eu mantive certas imagens esconcidadas em algum lugar de um armario mental das esperanças.
first was the moment of conception — one of those lazy Sunday afternoons,
( As primeiras imagens deste sonho era sobre o momento da concepção - numa daquelas preguiçosas tardes de domingo, onde nós dois depois do amor, descansávamos sobre os lençóis.
post-brunch and newspaper, pre-dinner and a compelling HBO lineup, the two of us resting atop rumpled sheets.
In another snapshot, we’re in a delivery room, the kind with soft lighting and birth plans.
( Em outro sonho rápido, nós estávamos numa sala de parto. Meus pais e irmãos e irmãs estavam no corredor e meu marido ao meu lado, usando uma gorra branca de hospital.
My parents and brothers and sisters-in-law are out in the hallway and my husband is at my side, his hair tucked inside a blue surgical cap, about to meet our child.
But it was the moment between those two that I held dearest.
Three months into the pregnancy, a sonographer rubs gel on my swollen abdomen and rolls her transducer over it. My husband and I gaze at the black screen as the grainy image of a fetus emerges, its head nearly as large as its tiny sea horse body. And then, a thumping sound, echoing like a signal picked up from deep space. My husband looks from the screen to me, and I can see in his eyes that he finally understands what I have instinctively known for years — that all of our ambitions, world travels and spiritual practices never brought us this close to the mystery.
My longing for a baby didn’t kick in until my husband and I married when I was 36. My faith in him combined with the stability of marriage helped me overcome my twin fears of motherhood — suffocation and failure. I knew he’d never much wanted kids, but I stubbornly kept hoping he’d come around, like so many other men I’d heard and read of who started out ambivalent and ended up utterly in love with their children.
He didn’t come around. Instead of a sonogram there was a vasectomy, then an open marriage, and finally a divorce.
The grief of the empty womb is electric with fury, a live wire that could spark anytime. At the grocery store, at the post office, upon the first glimpse of a pregnant belly or stroller, a voice in my head roared, “Why am I being wasted?” Like an evil queen in a fable it scanned the offending woman and spat: “Her? Her and not me?” How had she convinced a man to work long hours and do without luxuries in return for the mundane, mammalian joys of wife and child?
I wanted to strangle and claw things. I’d run out to my car, roll up the windows and drive around the block screaming. That way, no one would hear and become alarmed. No one would know that my maternal instinct was neither gentle nor generous. It was fierce, irrational, entitled, and the fact that no helpless infant was coming to save me from my narcissism only magnified the rage. It took less than a minute to scream myself hoarse. Then I’d park the car, walk quietly into my postdivorce apartment and collapse in tears.
The upside of allowing yourself to grieve like a 2-year-old instead of writing in a journal or forming complex sentences with a therapist is that the grief tends to disperse more quickly. Within a year or two I was able to react to pregnant mothers and their offspring like a normal person again — with smiles and coos. I took my vestigial longing over to the local children’s hospital and volunteered to play games with the sick kids. Watching the sorrow and barely disguised terror on their parents’ faces softened my envy for good.
Then, last year, my heart started acting strangely. Each evening after dinner as I sat down to read or watch a movie, it would flutter fast and hard up into my throat like a hiccup, making me cough. This happened five or six times an hour until I fell asleep. My doctor said it might be a mitral valve prolapse. She ran an EKG on which the technician noted “Borderline left atrial enlargement” and made a cardiologist appointment for me. I didn’t want to Google that and try to decode what it meant. I forced myself to wait for the echocardiogram.
In the waiting room, a half-dozen septuagenarians, mostly men, some attached to portable oxygen tanks, read magazines while their wives filled out paperwork. A technician called my name and led me into a room marked “Echo,” where a cushioned table stood next to the same kind of machine I’d seen in the movies.
“That looks like a sonogram machine,” I said.
“It is,” she said, smiling. “An echocardiogram is just a sonogram of your heart.”
I climbed onto the table and lay on my left side. She affixed several electrodes to my chest, dimmed the lights, smeared a little gel onto my skin, and rolled the hand-held transducer alongside and underneath my left breast, instructing me when to inhale and when to hold my breath.
“Hold, hold, just a little longer,” she urged as she zeroed in on a spot and hit a button to save the image. “Beautiful shot.” That’s what you want to hear when someone is photographing your heart: beautiful shot.
“You must be a swimmer,” she said, eyes still on the screen. “You can hold your breath a long time.”
“Yes,” I said. I badly wanted to look up at the picture, but I couldn’t bring myself to look that closely at my beating, bloody heart. I kept my eyes on my knees.
Then she turned the sound on.
There were clicks, lots of clicks, as if she had pried open a grandfather clock, and also a surge of liquid flowing wildly between pauses. Like water rushing over a falls in gusts.
My eyes widened. “Why is it so fast?” I asked.
“Those are your valves,” she said. “They open and close several times with each heartbeat.”
“And that liquid sound is the blood?”
“Yes, blood filling and leaving each ventricle.”
She saw the tears gathering.
“I’m telling you,” she said, putting her free hand on my arm, “I’ve been photographing the human heart for 20 years. It’s made a believer out of me.”
“It’s amazing,” I said. “I mean… what starts it? What keeps it beating?”
“That’s the million-dollar question,” she said. “But something had to create this.” She snapped another image as my valves clicked open and shut like miraculous little dams.
“O.K., hon, you’re all done.” She turned off the volume and removed the electrodes. “You can get dressed, and your doctor will call you next week with the results.”
It turned out that my heart was normal. Its reason for giving off extra beats would remain unknown to me, as would the grainy image of its chambers pulsing with a thirst both perpetual and fleeting.
But I do know one thing: I didn’t need a baby to get me any closer to the mystery. We couldn’t escape the mystery if we tried.
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Análise baseada na Fórmula da Matrix/DNA:
Todos sabemos que a base do funcionamento de todas as coisas neste Universo é a existência de uma eterna dicotomia - onde cada aspecto, cada detalhe se apresenta dividido entre um extremo positivo e um extremo negativo, os quais começam um novo sistema brigando entre si, depois se cansam, entram num acordo, se unem, gerando o terceiro estado que é o equilíbrio termo-dinâmico. A partir daí o aspecto se divide em dois ramos, um indo criar uma nova cópia de si e outro indo para a sua morte. Esta dicotomia já se achava aqui antes mesmo da matéria se manifestar, na forma de vórtice fantasmagóricos, talvez semi-materiais, divididos em dois grandes grupos: um girando para a esquerda, outro girando para a direita. Esta diferença de tendencia de direções opostas chegaram à espécie humana na forma das duas diferentes tendencias de objetivos, dos sexos masculino e feminino. Na galaxia estas duas tendencias eram expressadas em um, o masculino, forçando para serem um sistema aberto, e o outro, o feminino, forçando para serem um sistema fechado. Estas duas tendencias foi o que levou o homem a ser caçador e guerreiro, se aventurando para fora da caverna, e a mulher a ser dona de casa, se ocupando em fazer da casa um palácio cada vez mais seguro e confortável.
Quando os cientistas começaram a dividir as grandes partículas para ver o que continham dentro, foram encontrando partículas cada vez menores, e parece acordo comum hoje, que na base de tudo, de toda a matéria, nada mais resta senão minúsculos rodamoinhos girando numa espécie de vácuo infinito. Mas estes rodamoinhos conseguiram criar e se tornarem materiais por um evento muito bem explicado pela Física do Prêmio Nobel Hideki Yukawa, quando explicou como um próton se cola a um nêutron no núcleo de um átomo. Acontece o seguinte:
( obrigado a interromper agora, retornarei a continuar quando tiver mais tempo)
Just prior to that, however, that distance between the molecules and atoms is ever as distant as the Galaxies we see with our eyes...(that other extraordinary organ) we for which the "let there be light" phrase was created............Maybe it is Space Travel!