Sunday, 18 May 2014


Our minds can work for us or against us at any given moment. We can learn to accept and live with the natural psychological laws that govern us, understanding how to flow with life rather than struggle against it. We can return to our natural state of contentment.

Uncertainty is our world that, specialists and people, likewise, wait for disaster to strike and if the victims pulled through, their wits of minds worked differently afterward and especially after their medical treatments.

The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.

Men and women who bravely and more or less unconditionally, with or without options embraced brain treatments, to mend a condition or injury, endured strokes, seizures, saber gashes, botched surgeries, and accidents so horrific that their survivals seemed little short of miracles. To say these people “survived,” though, doesn’t quite capture the truth. Their bodies survived, but their minds didn’t quite; their minds were warped into something new.

Though much better thought of than, a persistent vegetative state, which is a disorder of consciousness in which patients with severe brain damage are in a state of partial arousal rather than true awareness. It is a diagnosis of some uncertainty in that it deals with a syndrome. After four weeks in a vegetative state (VS), the patient is classified as in a persistent vegetative state. This diagnosis is classified as a permanent vegetative state (PVS) after approximately one year of being in a vegetative state.

A vacant mind invites dangerous inmates, as a deserted mansion tempts wandering outcasts to enter and take up their abode in its desolate apartments.

Some people lost all fear of death; others would be lying incessantly; a few became pedophiles. Nevertheless murderers and drug addicts. 

An entire decade’s worth of memories might vanish. Equally terrible, the formation of new memories might be impossible. Names can escape now, as will the day of the week. There might be repetition of  the same comments over and over, verbatim, and also might not remember directions to the bathroom or if possible might maintain memory long enough to get there, always have to ask again later. Meals might be consumed, lunches or breakfasts, repeatedly, if no one intervenes. The mind might become a sieve.

As memory may be a paradise from which we can not be driven, It may also be a Hell from which we can not escape

There are a thousand and one such stories in neuroscience. These tales expand our notions of what the brain is capable of, and show that when one part of the mind shuts down, something new and unpredictable and sometimes even beautiful roars to life.

Brains aren't designed to get result; they go in directions. If you know how the brain works you can set your own directions. If you don't, then someone else will.