Easy Material Serviette Folding

Twenty minutes and thirty-eight seconds. It's that damn radiation: every twenty minutes and thirty-eight seconds you hit the brain and eats your memory, go into your head like a roaring and furious wave and drag all your memories out of it between a helpless clatter. You completely empty. Stay completely white, lacking any information. Then

Did you know that there is nothing more unbearable for your brain, this lack of information, not knowing? Simply not ready for that. Therefore, in the milliseconds following occurs a fascinating phenomenon that scientists called in his day CEH: brain-sponge-hyperactive, but of course, and none of them can remember.

Then what your head does is absorb the information that reaches the five senses, process it along with your instincts and the little data that the subconscious has miraculously been able to retain and create a reality in all that fit as. As I say, this just happens in the blink of an eye. It is a process so fast that you can not tell.

The result is that what you know as reality is nothing but a constant invention, the desperate attempt of your mind to give an answer to the question "How did I get here?"

The mind has become the ultimate creative machine. All the memories and beliefs that you currently are something you've made a little more than a quarter of an hour. You can not have certainty about your family, your friends, your job ... Inquire into any subject is to simply force you to invent new things. Perhaps the love of your life just be the girl you stared at the time of reset.

Sure, some memories are able to save, but how do you know what? Never underestimate the infinite creative power of the mind. Somehow you have become an endless and inescapable artist, you are able to reinvent the world from scratch again and again, day after day without But never come to realize. Your legacy dies every half hour short.

I think right? Sure, it's much simpler to think that I am just crazy. Anyway does not matter, I believe it or not, all you'll forget in two minutes and seventeen seconds.



The image is of Peter Scoones

This is a short break, back soon with the third part of the story over and Ahtan Altair. Or not. But again.