While the arrival of our octopus Opcionas (that is his name 😂🐙) I read a lot about what is good environment for her/him.
It is really nice that more and more research is done on these mysterious creatures, but still a long way to go.
Octopus is the only species with super high intelligence (by human standards) known to us that does not engage in any social activities. Primates and dolphins and dogs and so many others like to form social bonds, but octopus is solitary animal. Even in mating rituals a social distance is kept and often the female will snack on her lover afterwards.
Imagine, your whole body is brain, you can taste the world and see through eyes and skin. Everything is a vivid muted underwater dream.
What internal life does an octopus lead?
I imagine them being true poets, connoisseurs of internal landscapes contemplating the beauty and the absurdity of life.
"Book of Disquiet" by Fernando Pessoa could have been written by an octopus, quietly observing marine life in a safe shelter of its den.
For those who have not experienced racism, it’s hard to appreciate the subtlety of its influence and its infiltration into thoughts and actions, coded behaviours and subconscious responses both for perpetrator and recipient.
I have not experienced it directly, though I have encountered other forms of discrimination throughout my life.
Empathy is not an abstract idea or feeling, as humans we understand it personally most often through a story.
In order to grow, we need to listen to the experience of others who are different than us.
Here is a very interesting perspective of someone who experienced racism as a passenger.
What are your thoughts or tips on growing empathy within?
Everytime protests over racial injustice erupts somewhere in a world (mostly USA), I notice quite a few people around me start telling stories how they are not racist, but...
Just stop it - we all are.
I was once stopped by police in LA, because my friend ran a stop sign. We smiled and told him we are stupid foreigners who are not familiar with driving in a LA. He frowned and asked if our country has Stop signs. We admitted it was wrong and promised to be careful. He waved goodbye and didn't even write us a ticket.
Most of us here in the North have no idea what it means to live in fear in your own country. We usually are welcome everywhere.
Blue eyes open doors.
It was very different for our parent and grandparent generations. Their life was shaped by oppression.
Out of respect for those who fought for our freedom, we should show compassion and empathy for people trying to lift themselves out fear. To have their voices heard.
Just admit your privilege and be kind.
When I was 19 year old student in London I had a feeling I know so much about the world. I had opinions and shared them freely with whoever would listen.
With years I felt like I know less and less. Recently I realised that my arrogance is my biggest enemy and tried to speak less, listen more.
To admit that I don't know.
Not even me as an flawed individual but rather our whole civilization. There is so much that is outside of human knowledge, outside of our sophisticated machinery, beyond the reach of causality or explanation.
"I don't know" is a valid position to be in, it's not a failure or ignorance, but a humbling yet powerful starting point of exploration.
It is so beautiful to see the community of people who are not afraid to venture beyond the boundaries of their current knowledge grow.
Qoorio is not only about sharing what you know, but about opening this massive opportunity that lies within the unknown.