Saturday, May 30, 2009

Grave (sic)

Peter craved things. He when he became thirsty, he didn’t just want water, he craved it. When he was tired, he didn’t just want sleep, he craved his bed. When he listened to music he didn’t just choose tunes based on his mood, he chose them based on his cravings.

A craving comes from a deep recess inside our reptilian brains. A craving takes something that we might otherwise merely want, and makes it something we need.

It treats all things as objects of desire. When Peter met Melinda, she was an object. Far from masochistic; he simply needed her.

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