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Colin H. Roberts e T. ISBN Hagedorn et al. Blanchard cur. It means we are hobbling ourselves by pretending to be something we are not. It is a mask, but a strange one, From My Brain - Hades (3) - Agony Of Domination (Cassette) it mostly deceives the one who wears it. Because we do not yet have an ethics based on modern science, Jordan is not trying to develop his rules by wiping the slate clean—by dismissing thousands of years of wisdom as mere superstition and ignoring our greatest moral achievements.

He is doing what reasonable guides have always done: he makes no claim that human wisdom begins with himself, but, rather, turns first to his own guides.

And although the topics in this book are serious, Jordan often has great fun addressing them with a light touch, as the chapter headings convey. He makes no claim to be exhaustive, and sometimes the chapters consist of wide-ranging discussions of our psychology as he understands it. Because these really are rules. And the foremost rule is that you must take responsibility for your own life. One might think that a generation that has heard endlessly, from their more ideological teachers, about the rights, rights, rights that belong to them, would object to being told that they would do better to focus instead on taking responsibility.

The extent of this reaction has often moved both of us to the brink of tears. Sometimes these rules are demanding. They require you to undertake an incremental process that over time will stretch you to a new limit. And perhaps because, as unfamiliar and strange as it sounds, in the deepest part of our psyche, we all want to be judged. InI started contributing to a website called Quora. On Quora, anyone can ask a question, of any sort—and anyone can answer.

In this manner, the most useful answers rise to the top, while the others sink into oblivion. I was curious about the site. I liked its free-for-all nature. The discussion was often compelling, and it was interesting to see the diverse range of opinions generated by the same question.

When I was taking a break or avoiding workI often turned to Quora, looking for questions to engage with. Thus, you can determine your reach, and see what people think of your ideas. Only a small minority of those who view an answer upvote it. Not exactly home runs.

On such sites, most answers receive very little attention, while a tiny minority become disproportionately popular. The Quora readers appeared pleased with this list. They commented on and shared it. Only a few hundred of the roughly six hundred thousand questions on Quora have cracked the two- thousand-upvote barrier. My procrastination-induced musings hit a nerve.

I had written a It was not obvious to me when I wrote the list of rules for living that it was going to perform so well. I had put a fair bit of care into all the sixty or so answers I submitted in the few months surrounding that post. Nonetheless, Quora provides market research at its finest.

The respondents are anonymous. Their opinions are spontaneous and unbiased. Perhaps I struck the right balance between the familiar and the unfamiliar while formulating the rules. Perhaps people were drawn to the structure that such rules imply. Perhaps people just like lists. A few months earlier, in March ofI had received an email from a literary agent. She had heard me speak on CBC radio during a show entitled Just Say No to Happiness, where I had criticized the idea that happiness was the proper goal for life.

Over the previous decades I had read more than my share of dark books about the twentieth century, focusing particularly on Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union. On the radio show, I suggested, instead, that a deeper meaning was required. I noted that the nature of such meaning was constantly re-presented in the great stories of the past, and that it had more to do with developing character in the face of suffering than with happiness.

This is part of the long history of the present work. From until I worked for about three hours a day on the only other book I have ever published: Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief. During that time, and in the years since, I also taught a course on the material in that book, first at Harvard, and now at the University of Toronto.

Inobserving the rise of YouTube, and because of the popularity of some work I had done with TVO, a Canadian public TV station, I decided to film my university and public lectures and place them online.

The number of views has risen very dramatically since then up to eighteen million as I write thisbut that is in part because I became embroiled in a political controversy that drew an inordinate amount of attention.

Maybe even another book. I proposed in Maps of Meaning that the great myths and religious stories of the past, particularly those derived from an earlier, oral tradition, were moral in their intent, rather than descriptive.

Thus, they did not concern themselves with what the world was, as a scientist might have it, but with how a human being should act. I suggested that our ancestors portrayed the world as a stage—a drama—instead of a place of objects. I described how I had come to believe that the constituent elements of the world as drama were order and chaos, and not material things. Order is where the people around you act according to well-understood social norms, and remain predictable and cooperative.

The state of Order is typically portrayed, symbolically—imaginatively—as masculine. Chaos, by contrast, is where—or when—something unexpected happens. Chaos emerges, in trivial form, when you tell a joke at a party with people you think you know and a silent and embarrassing chill falls over the gathering. Chaos is what emerges more catastrophically when you suddenly find yourself without employment, or are betrayed by a lover.

Order and chaos are the yang and yin of the famous Taoist symbol: two serpents, head to tail. Order is the white, masculine serpent; Chaos, its black, fn1 feminine counterpart. The black dot in the white—and the white in the black— indicate the possibility of transformation: just when things seem secure, the unknown can loom, unexpectedly and large. Conversely, just when everything seems lost, new order can emerge from catastrophe and chaos.

For the Taoists, meaning is to be found on the border between the ever- entwined pair. To walk that border is to stay on the path of life, the divine Way. It left her asking herself deeper questions. I had previously attempted to produce a more accessible version of Maps of Meaning, which is a very dense book. But I found that the spirit was neither in me during that attempt nor in the resultant manuscript.

I think this was because I was imitating my former self, and my previous book, instead of occupying the place between order and chaos and producing something new. I thought if she did that we could have a more informed and thorough discussion about what kind of topics I might address in a more publicly accessible book. She contacted me a few weeks later, after watching all four lectures and discussing them with a colleague.

Her interest had been further heightened, as had her commitment to the project. That was promising—and unexpected. You can decide for yourself what truth there might be in that concern after reading this book. I thought immediately about my Quora list. I had in the meantime written some further thoughts about of the rules I had posted. People had responded positively toward those new ideas, as well. So, I sent her the list. She liked it. At about the same time, a friend and former student of mine—the novelist and screenwriter Gregg Hurwitz—was considering a new book, which would become the bestselling thriller Orphan X.

He liked the rules, too. That was another piece of evidence supporting my supposition of their attractiveness. I suggested to my agent that I write a brief chapter on each of the rules. She agreed, so I wrote a book proposal suggesting as much. I had much more to say about each rule than I originally envisioned. This was partly because I had spent a very long time researching my first book: studying history, mythology, neuroscience, psychoanalysis, child psychology, poetry, and large sections of the Bible.

I integrated all of that, for better or worse, trying to address a perplexing problem: the reason or reasons for the nuclear standoff of the Cold War. People who live by the same code are rendered mutually predictable to one another. They can cooperate. They can even compete peacefully, because everyone knows what to expect from everyone else.

A shared belief system, partly psychological, partly acted out, simplifies everyone—in their own eyes, and in the eyes of others.

Shared beliefs simplify the world, as well, because people who know what to expect from one another can act together to tame the world. There is perhaps nothing more important than the maintenance of this organization—this simplification. They will fight, instead, to maintain the match between what they believe, what they expect, and what they desire.

They will fight to maintain the match between what they expect and how everyone is acting. It is precisely the maintenance of that match that enables everyone to live together peacefully, predictably and productively. It reduces uncertainty and the chaotic mix of intolerable emotions that uncertainty inevitably produces. Imagine someone betrayed by a trusted lover. The sacred social contract obtaining between the two has been violated. Actions speak louder than words, and an act of betrayal disrupts the fragile and carefully negotiated peace of an intimate relationship.

In the aftermath of disloyalty, people are seized by terrible emotions: disgust, contempt for self and traitorguilt, anxiety, rage and dread. Conflict is inevitable, sometimes with deadly results. Shared belief systems— shared systems of agreed-upon conduct and expectation—regulate and control all those powerful forces. A shared cultural system stabilizes human interaction, but is also a system of value—a hierarchy of value, where some things are given priority and importance and others are not.

In the absence of such a system of value, people simply cannot act. We experience much of our positive emotion in relation to goals. Worse yet is the fact that the meaning of life without positive value is not simply neutral. Because we are vulnerable and mortal, pain and anxiety are an integral part of human existence.

We must have something to set against the suffering that is intrinsic to Being. We must have fn2 the meaning inherent in a profound system of value or the horror of existence rapidly becomes paramount. Then, nihilism beckons, with its hopelessness and despair.

So: no value, no meaning. Between value systems, however, there is the possibility of conflict. We are thus eternally caught between the most diamantine rock and the hardest of places: loss of group-centred belief renders life chaotic, miserable, intolerable; presence of group-centred belief makes conflict with other groups inevitable. In the West, we have been withdrawing from our tradition- religion- and even nation-centred cultures, partly to decrease the danger of group conflict.

But we are increasingly falling prey to the desperation of meaninglessness, and that is no improvement at all. While writing Maps of Meaning, I was also driven by the realization that we can no longer afford conflict—certainly not on the scale of the world conflagrations of the twentieth century. Our technologies of destruction have become too powerful.

The potential consequences of war are literally apocalyptic. But we cannot simply abandon our systems of value, our beliefs, our cultures, either. I agonized over this apparently intractable problem for months. Was there a third way, invisible to me? I dreamt one night during this period that I was suspended in mid-air, clinging to a chandelier, many stories above the ground, directly under the dome of a massive cathedral. The people on the floor below were distant and tiny.

There was a great expanse between me and any wall—and even the peak of the dome itself. I have learned to pay attention to dreams, not least because of my training as a clinical psychologist. Dreams shed light on the dim places where reason itself has yet to voyage.

I have studied Christianity a fair bit, too more than other religious traditions, although I am always trying to redress this lack. Like others, therefore, I must and do draw more from what I do know than from what I do not.

I knew that cathedrals were constructed in the shape of a cross, and that the point under the dome was the centre of the cross. I knew that the cross was simultaneously, the point of greatest suffering, the point of death and transformation, and the symbolic centre of the world.

That was not somewhere I wanted to be. I managed to get down, out of the heights—out of the symbolic sky—back to safe, familiar, anonymous ground. Then, still in my dream, I returned to my bedroom and my bed and tried to return to sleep and the peace of unconsciousness.

A great wind was dissolving me, preparing to propel me back to the cathedral, to place me once again at that central point. There was no escape. It was a true nightmare. I forced myself awake. The curtains behind me were blowing in over my pillows. Half asleep, I looked at the foot of the bed. I saw the great cathedral doors. I shook myself completely awake and they disappeared. My dream placed me at the centre of Being itself, and there was no escape. It took me months to understand what this meant.

During this time, I came to a more complete, personal realization of what the great stories of the past continually insist upon: the centre is occupied by the individual. The centre is marked by the cross, as X marks the spot. Existence at that cross is suffering and transformation—and that fact, above all, needs to be voluntarily accepted.

It is possible to transcend slavish adherence to the group and its doctrines and, simultaneously, to avoid the pitfalls of its opposite extreme, nihilism. It is possible, instead, to find sufficient meaning in individual consciousness and experience. How could the world be freed from the terrible dilemma of conflict, on the one hand, and psychological and social dissolution, on the other? The answer was this: through the elevation and development of the individual, and through the willingness of everyone to shoulder the burden of Being and to take the heroic path.

We must each adopt as much responsibility as possible for individual life, society and the world. We must each tell the truth and repair what is in disrepair and break down and recreate what is old and outdated. It is in this manner that we can and must reduce the suffering that poisons the world. But the alternative—the horror of authoritarian belief, the chaos of the collapsed state, the tragic catastrophe of the unbridled natural world, the existential angst and weakness of the purposeless individual—is clearly worse.

I have been thinking and lecturing about such From My Brain - Hades (3) - Agony Of Domination (Cassette) for decades. I have built up a large corpus of stories and concepts pertaining to them. I am not for a moment claiming, however, that I am entirely correct or complete in my thinking. In any case, the consequence of all that previous research and thinking was the new essays which eventually became this book. My initial idea was to write a short essay on all forty of the answers I had provided to Quora.

That proposal was accepted by Penguin Random House Canada. While writing, however, I cut the essay From My Brain - Hades (3) - Agony Of Domination (Cassette) to twenty-five and then to sixteen and then finally, to the current twelve.

Why did that one rise up above all others? First and foremost, because of its simplicity. It indicates clearly that people need ordering principles, and that chaos otherwise beckons. We require rules, standards, values—alone and together. We must bear a load, to justify our miserable existence. We require routine and tradition. We need to stay on the straight and narrow path. Each of the twelve rules of this book—and their accompanying essays— therefore provide a guide to being there.

Perhaps, if we lived properly, we would be able to tolerate the weight of our own self- consciousness. Perhaps, if we lived properly, we could withstand the knowledge of our own fragility and mortality, without the sense of aggrieved victimhood that produces, first, resentment, then envy, and then the From My Brain - Hades (3) - Agony Of Domination (Cassette) for vengeance and destruction.

Perhaps we could come to avoid those pathways to Hell—and we have seen in the terrible twentieth century just how real Hell can be. I hope that these rules and their accompanying essays will help people understand what they already know: that the soul of the individual eternally hungers for the heroism of genuine Being, and that the willingness to take on that responsibility is identical to the decision to live a meaningful life. If we each live properly, we will collectively flourish.

Best wishes to you all, as you proceed through these pages. However, these interesting and delicious crustaceans are very much worth considering. Their nervous systems are comparatively simple, with large, easily observable neurons, the magic cells of the brain.

Because of this, scientists have been able to map the neural circuitry of lobsters very accurately. This has helped us understand the structure and function of the brain and behaviour of more complex animals, including human beings.

Lobsters have more in common with you than you might think particularly when you are feeling crabby—ha ha. Lobsters live on the ocean floor. They need a home base down there, a range within which they hunt for prey and scavenge around for stray edible bits and pieces of whatever rains down from the continual chaos of carnage and death far above.

They want somewhere secure, where the hunting and the gathering is good. They want a home. This can present a problem, since there are many lobsters. What if two of them occupy the same territory, at the bottom of the ocean, at the same time, and both want to live there?

What if there are hundreds of lobsters, all trying to make a living and raise a family, in the same crowded patch of sand and refuse? Other creatures have this problem, too. When songbirds come north in the spring, for example, they engage in ferocious territorial disputes. The songs they sing, so peaceful and beautiful to human ears, are siren calls and cries of domination. A brilliantly musical bird is a small warrior proclaiming his sovereignty.

Take the wren, for example, a small, feisty, insect-eating songbird common in North America. Perhaps it would not have helped. Desaad had clamped a helmet over his head. It transmitted images from his brain to a receiver, which the master torturer of Apokolips manipulated like an orchestra conductor.

He picked and chose among the scenes of Pariah's life, helped along by a gauge which glowed more redly when it registered a pattern of fear in a certain remembrance.

The images were recorded and stored in the device's memory bank. Then Desaad began to fiddle with them, for he was an artist, and artists always reshape reality to their best intent. Some of the images were made more subtly frightening.

Others were enlarged so as to knock down the viewer's mind with fear coming at him like a diesel train. Usually I get at least a couple days. We haven't even gotten through the steamed stage yet.

Films — Animated. After the Secret Formula has literally vanished and Mr. Krabs doesn't believe Plankton about ithe tapes him to his desk and tells a knock-knock joke. Films — Live-Action. Act of Valor : CIA agent Lisa Morales is severely tortured, culminating with holes being drilled through her hands and feet.

Lord Whorfin hooks up Buckaroo to the Shock Tower and uses electricity to try to force him to tell Whorfin how to make his Overthruster work. Lord Whorfin's henchmen uses the "smeared with honey and covered with ants" bit on Penny Priddy, then kill her with a poisonous slug.

The main characters in American Dreamer are captured by drug dealers, and when hung upside down, their captor explains just the kind of pain all the blood rushing to the head will do.

After Strange casts a spell on it to prevent Maw from taking it, Maw chokes him into unconsciousness, takes him on board his ship and into space, then tries to torture him into releasing the spell by drilling a number of crystal needles into his flesh.

One at a time. Thanos resorts to torture in order to get Gamora to reveal the location of Soul Stone. However, since he is unwilling to hurt his favorite adopted daughter, Thanos instead decides to torture his other adopted daughter Nebula by pulling apart her cybernetics and living tissue as Gamora is Forced to Watch. Blade II : After defeating a Reaper, Reinhardt injures the poor thing over and over again before killing it in an agonizingly slow manner.

By the time it's over, you feel sorry for the creature and it becomes clear that he is completely evil. In Bloodedthe Animal Wrongs Group tortures Lucas, the public face of the hunting lobby, in an attempt to break his spirit and compel him to record a Hostage Video denouncing hunting. Blood of the Tribades : Grando, the head of the vampire priests, has those who fail him or are supposed "sinners" tortured brutally sometimes to death. In Terry Gilliam 's Brazilthe dark world of the future features white-collar Torture Technicians who have government offices, waiting rooms, and secretaries who transcribe their victims' screams.

The major driving force of the plot is when a misidentified man is tortured to death by mistake. In the end, the hero is tortured into insanity by the government torture technician, who just so happened to be his best friend. Blonde: Listen kid, I'm not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless.

Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a cop. You can say anything you want cause I've heard it all before.

All you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get. Darth Vader: Now, your highness, we will discuss the location of your hidden rebel base. Patrick Bateman from American Psycho is a master of this trope, creating some of the most sickening and gruesome tortures ever put to print.

He even keeps his victims alive longer just so they can experience more pain. Animorphs has a book where Tobias is captured by a sadistic human-controller named Taylor and tortured with an Agony Beam. Aristillus : In book one, Powers of the Earth, Tudel uses pliers to break each of Captain Kear's fingers one by one, solely to hear the man scream and take revenge for earlier humiliations.

He then proceeds to do something unspecified with his belt, and is shown to sadistically enjoy the whole process. Talia was tortured in Arrows Fall by Mercedes Lackey.

Spoilered for gory details Talia is raped repeatedly, burned, branded by Hulda's magic, and has her feet crushed. She was portrayed with fairly realistic mental and emotional symptoms after she is finally rescued, and needs the help of another Mind Healer to block the emotional pain. Talia is one of the few raped women who wasn't immediately cured by True Love. Bonus points to Lackey for that. Details are sparse: his fingernails were pulled out among other things the damage to his hands remains throughout the rest of the series, impacting his musical skillbut not only did he not break, even to revealing his nationality, he steals important papers while he is being rescued.

JR Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood has Phury — who, owing to a fucked-up mental state, enjoys taking a hammer and chisels to his enemies' joints and carving interesting shapes on their faces.

Then, when one of them is captured, Inquisitor Stele uses it on him, culminating in a Mind Rape. Considering that it's the story of a professional torturer, there is surprisingly little of this trope in Book of the New Sun. The narrator actually mentions that it isn't a book for people who enjoy reading about such things. We do see a few torture-executions and one very horrible device, the Revolutionary: a Mind Rape device whose victims become their own worst enemy, to the point where they will tear off their own eyelids because they hate themselves so much.

In the Dale Brown novels, David Luger was tortured by his Soviet captors as part of his brainwashing. Wings of Fire has some redshirts tortured to death by the Libyans. In Micah E. Martin's short story " The Canticle ", most of the cast are members of an inquisitorial sect. Naturally, this comes up often. In Andre Norton 's CatseyeDragur observes that only the unimaginative resort to this, since a man will say anything to stop the pain.

In the Circle of Magic book Battle Magic Evvy, who is still a childis stripped and tortured by the Yanjingyi invaders who want her to tell them where Briar and Rosethorn are. Her injuries are so great that when she uses her magic to flee her mind and the pain her tormentors take her for dead and toss her in a pile with the rest of the people from the fortress. In The Cleric Quintetit's the main character, Cadderly, who engages in this, first deliberately crushing and mangling the hands of a mage to keep her from casting spells who later has an internal monologue about how much she loves Cadderly and wants him to be happyand then as a means of "killing" a demon to send it back to the Abyss instead of simply making a quick, clean kill.

And Cadderly's the good guy. Torture of a rather Pavlovian nature makes up the backbone of A Clockwork Orange 's second act, where Villain Protagonist Alex is "cured" of his criminal impulses by being forcibly drugged and brainwashed to become violently ill when he thinks of crime. Of course, this process is pretty nasty, and the resulting miserable helplessness is even worse, eventually leading him to attempt suicide. Alex : Stop it, stop it, stop it.

Oh, I've had enough. It's not fair, you vonny sods! Brodsky : First class. You're doing really well. Just one more and then we're finished Alex : Stop! Stop, you grahzny disgusting sods. It's a sin, that's what it is, a filthy unforgivable sin, you bratchnies!

Every muscle contracts, every synapse sparks as if it were insane. It will tear your muscles from the bones, and eventually stop your breathing. We agreed to take out these trees and leave him for you to dispose of whatever way you please, provided you shut him up eternally on this deal. But I'll not see a tied man tormented by a fellow that he can lick up the ground with, loose, and that's flat. It raises my gorge to think what he'll get when we're gone, but you needn't think you're free to begin before.

He didn't want to stop. He wanted to choke this goddess. He wanted to watch her drown in her own poison. He wanted to see how much misery Misery could take. Now listen to me. I like you. The consequence is that it would annoy me for just about two and a half minutes if I heard that you had died in torments. Well, if you ever tell the police or any human soul about us, I shall have that two and a half minutes of discomfort. On your discomfort I will not dwell.

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