An English Journey

No human being is perfect. I wonder what it was about my upbringing that made my mind restless and inquiring . I can ill afford slackness , except for catnaps (or as we say in Spain siestas), which as a general rule, I enjoy day in day out. I have a marked tendency to oversleep . It must be something deeply ingrained in my idiosyncrasy as three alarm clocks are not enough to wake me up in the morning.  I also have to openly confess that I do not believe in God, at least, not yet. My wife is always telling me that I cannot answer a simple question if it does not start with the word no. Am I a negative person? Or even worse, am I the type of person who never looks on the bright side (aka a pessimistic)? No, I do not personally think so.  Having strong, subjective or even dissenting opinions does not abolish the right to articulate my own ideas or beliefs. It is widely known as freedom of speech. I can understand that brief silence could sometimes be a be...

I love people capable of enjoying and appreciating every moment to the full . There exists a food-related word that goes perfectly well with the act of lingering enjoyment: savour .  This afternoon I was savouring the embrace of a cosy wing chair when I started asking myself about the definition of thought . After a refreshing siesta, I’m back in front of the computer, determined to type in something aesthetically attractive about thinking and thoughts, brains and minds. Obviously, thought is the act of thinking. To us, human beings, the brain seems to be the closest thing to a magic wand that almost every single creature has. As always, there are exceptions that prove the rule , though. Deep-sea sponges, for example, are devoid of brain and have lived for millions of years successfully. Some scientists now accept as true that they once had a brain but discarded it. Apparently, there are not the only animals without the organ controlling thought, memory, feelings, e...