January 23, 2017
It seems as if the brain operates like an orchestra when it encounters something that requires processing, and the brain is every oboe, every violin, every player, the composer and also the conductor, and is working in some pre-ordained sequence to create what seems in the end like one unified, synchronous sound. Or image. Or meaning.
I can't imagine there ever is one unified sound across various brains, really; your view or memory or meaning is what your brain allows for, as is mine. There is probably something in neuroscience that explains, on a biological level, why we move closer to what we perceive to be like-minded folks. I guess the music we make together must be pleasing, at a very deep level.
But if someone outside of me is trying repeatedly to convince my brain to bend or break its natural processing, to bend or break how it binds a certain truth to an idea, or a certain color to a form, or a peace and power meaning to the frightening words I hear in an inauguration speech...that is a pretty insidious form of violence.