Green: archipallium brain (reptilian brain)
Red: palleomammalian brain (limbic system)
Blue: neopallium brain (neocortex)
The reptile brain, also known as the reptilian complex, or r-complex for short, evolved first. This corresponds roughly to the idea of an id, or child. From the reptile brain we get our instinct to survive, fight, flee, gain territory and reproduce. From the reptile brain we get our most basic emotions. The dragon within is very much alive and well, and necessary. Humans wouldn't be human without the reptile brain.
The mammal brain, also known as the limbic system, evolved next. This corresponds roughly to the idea of a superego, or parent. From our mammal brain, we get our urge to nurture, to love, and to join with others. From the mammal brain comes our ability to follow laws and rules. Much of what is best in the human psyche comes from the mammal brain.
The neocortex, also known as neopallium brain, evolved last of all. It corresponds roughly to the idea of an ego, or an adult. From the neocortex we get the skills necessary to make peace between the reptile brain and the mammal brain. From the neocortex comes the ability to forgive and to temper justice with mercy. From the neocortex comes reason, and memory, and logic. From the neocortex comes intellect. We need the neocortex to understand the universe.
The Most High thus, has a triune psyche. We call it the trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
I walked back from the bathroom clutching the fragile jug of water to my otherwise unattended chest; the kitchen had always been too far away, too out of reach. It's an odd irony, for sure, that a man who wills only to the feel the warmth of his mayhaps lover against his chest, should instead receive this cold, heartless vessel. The fates were cruel, but then again, so am I.
I'd left the music playing - the radio was now four minutes and forty-two seconds through Vivaldi's 'Summer'. I breathed a sigh of relief as I entered my room, the sweet recluse. I withdrew into the music once more...
Lia, O my Lia, I know where you are right now...Or where you've been; you may have returned by now. You should have seen the anger. Alias! Fire consume you for receiving something so alien to my own heart, love, sweet love! I wish I could tell you of the rage when, while browsing through my Latin books, I came across the adjective alius. I must have slammed the book right then. You've allowed jealousy to become the mistress of my heart Lia. You bowed as it usurped your throne.
Still...I've formed a resistance - I'll see you yet. How could I not? Surrounded by my little artifacts, I cannot easily forget you (though, unlike some, I would not will such a thing). The black leather bag sits down by the radio, testament to when I visited you. 'There's still time to change the road you're on' the radio tells me, but I don't believe it. At the bottom of the bag is your pen, black-Berol, fine felt-tipped pen. Two books sit beside me as well. Hamlet, to my right - Indeed, I had promised you, blessed Lia, that I would re-read it. On the other side, my diary - your names, pseudonyms and numbers all rest in there. It brings a smile to my face knowing that you wrote our names in there, beside each other; though this has probably been forgotten.
I see the others now hate you, the hypocrites. They dislike you and abandon you for his sake. I don't hate you. I don't hate him either. I wish I did, it'd make my duty so much easier.
This has all been handwritten; it's one o'clock in the morning after all. I may upload a picture of the crinkled paper later - it's a mess of crossing outs, squiggles and my own admittedly poor handwriting. It may all end up as you predicted, every man shallow and undevoted, hollow in their affectionate words. False and transient in their love. Not so with me.
Ham: I did love you once
Oph: Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
You've never believed me, but regardless of this, I've always been sincere. This isn't stopping anytime soon, Zaychik.
See you soon.
