Observations

I have often wondered about the things human beings are inclined to observe. We observe the obvious, those things affecting our physical state, the weather, the temperature, rough, itchy fabric vs. smooth cotton sheets, the softness of a summer breeze as it kisses our skin or the sharp, clinching bite of winter air as it first enters our lungs. These things are tangible. We can reach out and touch them. They effect our nerve endings and make firings in our brains that tell our bodies to sweat or conserve energy, pull away from the danger of a flame. But what of those things that are less concrete. The tension in a room after a fight, the feeling that someone is watching you, the sense of joy at seeing a family reunited in an airport. These are equally pervasive.

What causes some to see art in the details of everyday life, and others to be keenly aware of peoples minute excentricites that give away fear or sadness in even the most guarded of people? How are these things differentiated in the brain- an organ that is composed of the same parts and synapses in almost every human being, but causes each to tend toward one kind of observation over another? These are just some things I have been thinking about. Here is an observation of mine.