Sentences with phrase «because human memory»

Then double that number to account for all the things left off the list because human memory is imperfect.

Then double that number to account for all the things left off the list because human memory is imperfect.

Not exact matches

in some ways memory is a better key to the nature of experience than perception, not only because, by the time we have used a datum of perception, it will already have been taken over by memory, but for the additional reasons: (a,) in memory there is less mystery concerning what we are trying to know than there is in perception [i.e., «our own past human experiences»]; also (all) the temporal structure of memory is more obvious.

An interesting perspective... because we can still wonder whether the entire universe is controlled by an alien being who might at any moment do something for which there has been no precedent in all of human memory... we could still see beyond that practically all - powerful being a being that we could rightfully know to be God even to that other being to whom we are at their mercy.

To begin with, because human beings possess highly developed faculties of reason, language, and memory, a man's sense of what is «his» is not limited to himself, his family, or even those with whom he regularly interacts.

And should that memory be disregarded because its formulations, which intimate a new, indeed, a divine possibility of human existence, can not be subjected to enlightened, materialist reason?

I realize now that because I am a human in a fallen world, my being and my memory are flawed.

The higher density memory foam is often used in mattress and pillow production, because it will soften when react with human body heat, eventually mold our body in a few minutes.

Because most animal species have integrins, Kandel thinks that experiments on fruit fly memory could lead to insights into human memory.

Because the poisoned sea lions also have seizures, neuroscientists can learn more about epilepsy and memory loss in humans by studying these marine mammals, he says.

And because humans and flies share much of their genomes, studying the insect's sleep and memory may allow us to finally understand our own.

It's almost a good thing that we've never been entirely able to figure out how human memory works, because if we did, we'd probably just forget.

Each of us experiences the world uniquely (meaning, your perception of reality is fundamentally different from everyone else's) because every human possesses a different combination of physical brain function, memories, beliefs, and attitudes about him - or herself, others, and the world.

Inside Out (Pete Docter and Ronnie del Carmen, 2015) Pixar's family comedy about emotional intelligence was astoundingly ambitious not least because it tackles the saddest of human truths — eventually we will lose everything we love, sometimes even the memory of it.

There were a few gentle sci - fi films about memory at this year's Sundance, but Marjorie Prime is the most effective, not least because it's as much a small story about family and loss as it a grand discourse on human recollection.

We must work within the constraints of human cognitive architecture, or human memory, because otherwise, we are not helping them learn.

Because of the effectiveness of some of these vaccines, we have seen many formerly deadly diseases and viruses all but eliminated from our memories, both human and canine.

The work isn't on display at Tate Britain because it was demolished only a few months after its creation, but the ghost of «House» lives on, and the fusion of domestic objects and architecture with the power of human memory and experience, is at the core of every artwork produced by Whiteread in the subsequent 3 decades.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

The present authors have all been subject to such attacks, whose similarity is notable because the authors» research spans a broad range of topics and disciplines: The first author has investigated the psychological variables underlying the acceptance or rejection of scientific findings; the second author is a paleoclimatologist who has shown that current global temperatures are likely unprecedented during the last 1,000 years or more; the third and fourth authors are public - health researchers who have investigated the attitudes of teenagers and young adults towards smoking and evaluated a range of tobacco control interventions; and the fifth author has established that human memory is not only fallible but subject to very large and systematic distortions.