Essay About Public Foyer And Limbic System

You Are Being Lied To
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What do you actually hear right now and
see? This page. The walls and furnishings
of the room in which you sit.
Perhaps some music or some background
noise. Yet you know as sure as
you were born that out of sight there are
other rooms mere steps away—perhaps
the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a
hall. What makes you so sure that they
exist? Nothing but your memory.
Nothing else at all. You’re also reasonably certain there’s a broader
world outside. You know that your office, if you are away from it, still
awaits your entry. You can picture the roads you use to get to it, visualize
the public foyer and the conference rooms, see in your mind’s
eye the path to your own workspace, and know where most of the
things in your desk are placed. Then there are the companions who
enrich your life—family, workmates, neighbors, friends, a husband or
a wife, and even people you are fond of to whom you haven’t spoken
in a year or two—few of whom, if any, are currently in the room with
you. You also know we sit on a planet called the earth, circling an
incandescent ball of sun, buried in one of many galaxies. At this
instant, reading by yourself, where do the realities of galaxies and
friends reside? Only in the chambers of your mind. Almost every reality
you “know” at a n y given second is a mere ghost held in memory.
The limbic system is memory’s gatekeeper and in a very real sense
its creator. The limbic system is