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I'm going to first tell you something that in my grandmother
would've elicited a five-oy alarm:
And here it is ... are you ready?
I have stage IV lung cancer.
Oh, I know, "poor me."
I don't feel that way.
I'm so OK with it.
And granted, I have certain advantages --
not everybody can take so cavalier an attitude.
I don't have young children.
I have a grown daughter who's brilliant and happy and wonderful.
I don't have huge financial stress.
My cancer isn't that aggressive.
It's kind of like the Democratic leadership --
not convinced it can win.
It's basically just sitting there,
waiting for Goldman Sachs to give it some money.
Oh, and the best thing of all --
I have a major accomplishment under my belt.
I didn't even know it until someone tweeted me a year ago.
And here's what they said:
"You are responsible
for the pussification of the American male."
Not that I can take all the credit, but ...
But what if you don't have my advantages?
The only advice I can give you is to do what I did:
make friends with reality.
You couldn't have a worse relationship with reality than I did.
From the get-go,
I wasn't even attracted to reality.
If they'd had Tinder when I met reality,
I would have swiped left
and the whole thing would have been over.
And reality and I --
we don't share the same values, the same goals --
To be honest, I don't have goals;
I have fantasies.
They're exactly like goals but without the hard work.
I'm not a big fan of hard work,
but you know reality --
it's either push, push, push, push, push
through its agent, the executive brain function --
one of the "yays" of dying:
my executive brain function won't have me to kick around anymore.
But something happened
that made me realize
that reality may not be reality.
So what happened was,
because I basically wanted reality to leave me alone --
but I wanted to be left alone in a nice house
with a Wolf range and Sub-Zero refrigerator ...
private yoga lessons --
I ended up with a development deal at Disney.
And one day I found myself in my new office
on Two Dopey Drive --
which reality thought I should be proud of ...
And I'm staring at the present they sent me to celebrate my arrival --
not the Lalique vase or the grand piano I've heard of other people getting,
but a three-foot-tall, stuffed Mickey Mouse
with a catalog, in case I wanted to order some more stuff
that didn't jive with my aesthetic.
And when I looked up in the catalog
to see how much this three-foot-high mouse cost,
here's how it was described ...
And that's when I knew.
Reality wasn't "reality."
Reality was an imposter.
So I dived into quantum physics and chaos theory
to try to find actual reality,
and I've just finished a movie --
yes, finally finished --
about all that,
so I won't go into it here,
and anyway, it wasn't until after we shot the movie,
when I broke my leg and then it didn't heal,
so then they had to do another surgery a year later,
and then that took a year --
two years in a wheelchair,
and that's when I came into contact with actual reality:
Those very limits I'd spent my whole life denying
and pushing past and ignoring
were real,
and I had to deal with them,
and they took imagination, creativity and my entire skill set.
It turned out I was great at actual reality.
I didn't just come to terms with it,
I fell in love.
And I should've known,
given my equally shaky relationship with the zeitgeist ...
I'll just say, if anyone is in the market for a Betamax --
I should have known that the moment I fell in love with reality,
the rest of the country would decide to go in the opposite direction.
But I'm not here to talk about Trump or the alt-right or climate-change deniers
or even the makers of this thing,
which I would have called a box,
except that right here, it says,
"This is not a box."
They're gaslighting me.
But what I do want to talk about
is a personal challenge to reality
that I take personally,
and I want to preface it by saying that I absolutely love science.
I have this --
not a scientist myself --
but an uncanny ability to understand everything about science,
except the actual science --
which is math.
But the most outlandish concepts make sense to me.
The string theory;
the idea that all of reality emanates from the vibrations of these teeny --
I call it "The Big Twang."
Wave-particle duality:
the idea that one thing can manifest as two things ...
you know?
That a photon can manifest as a wave and a particle
coincided with my deepest intuitions
that people are good and bad,
ideas are right and wrong.
Freud was right about penis envy
and he was wrong about who has it.
Thank you.
And then there's this slight variation on that,
which is reality looks like two things,
but it turns out to be the interaction of those two things,
like space -- time,
mass -- energy
and life and death.
So I don't I understand --
I simply just don't understand
the mindset of people who are out to "defeat death" and "overcome death."
How do you do that?
How do you defeat death without killing off life?
It doesn't make sense to me.
I also have to say,
I find it incredibly ungrateful.
I mean, you're given this extraordinary gift --
life --
but it's as if you had asked Santa for a Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow
and you had gotten a salad spinner instead.
You know, it's the beef --
the beef with it is that it comes with an expiration date.
Death is the deal breaker.
I don't get that.
I don't understand --
to me, it's disrespectful.
It's disrespectful to nature.
The idea that we're going to dominate nature,
we're going to master nature,
nature is too weak to withstand our intellect --
no, I don't think so.
I think if you've actually read quantum physics as I have --
well, I read an email from someone who'd read it, but --
You have to understand
that we don't live in Newton's clockwork universe anymore.
We live in a banana peel universe,
and we won't ever be able to know everything
or control everything
or predict everything.
Nature is like a self-driving car.
The best we can be is like the old woman in that joke --
I don't know if you've heard it.
An old woman is driving
with her middle-aged daughter in the passenger seat,
and the mother goes right through a red light.
And the daughter doesn't want to say anything that makes it sound like,
"You're too old to drive,"
so she didn't say anything.
And then the mother goes through a second red light,
and the daughter, as tactfully as possible,
says, "Mom, are you aware
that you just went through two red lights?"
And the mother says, "Oh, am I driving?"
So ...
and now, I'm going to take a mental leap,
which is easy for me because I'm the Evel Knievel of mental leaps;
my license plate says,
"Cogito, ergo zoom."
I hope you're willing to come with me on this,
but my real problem with the mindset that is so out to defeat death
is if you're anti-death,
which to me translates as anti-life,
which to me translates as anti-nature,
it also translates to me as anti-woman,
because women have long been identified with nature.
And my source on this is Hannah Arendt,
the German philosopher who wrote a book called "The Human Condition."
And in it, she says that classically,
work is associated with men.
Work is what comes out of the head;
it's what we invent,
it's what we create,
it's how we leave our mark upon the world.
Whereas labor is associated with the body.
It's associated with the people who perform labor
or undergo labor.
So to me,
the mindset that denies that,
that denies that we're in sync with the biorhythms,
the cyclical rhythms of the universe,
does not create a hospitable environment for women
or for people associated with labor,
which is to say,
people that we associate as descendants of slaves,
or people who perform manual labor.
So here's how it looks from a banana-peel-universe point of view,
from my mindset which I call "Emily's universe."
First of all,
I am incredibly grateful for life,
but I don't want to be immortal.
I have no interest in having my name live on after me.
In fact, I don't want it to,
because it's been my observation
that no matter how nice and how brilliant
or how talented you are,
50 years after you die, they turn on you.
And I have actual proof of that.
A headline from the Los Angeles Times:
"Anne Frank: Not so nice after all."
Plus, I love being in sync
with the cyclical rhythms of the universe.
That's what's so extraordinary about life:
it's a cycle of generation,
"I" am just a collection of particles
that is arranged into this pattern,
then will decompose and be available,
all of its constituent parts, to nature,
to reorganize into another pattern.
To me, that is so exciting,
and it makes me even more grateful to be part of that process.
You know,
I look at death now from the point of view of a German biologist,
Andreas Weber,
who looks at it as part of the gift economy.
You're given this enormous gift -- life,
you enrich it as best you can,
and then you give it back.
And, you know, Auntie Mame said, "Life is a banquet" --
well, I've eaten my fill.
I have had an enormous appetite for life,
I've consumed life,
but in death, I'm going to be consumed.
I'm going into the ground just the way I am,
and there, I invite every microbe
and detritus-er
and decomposer
to have their fill --
I think they'll find me delicious.
I do.
So the best thing about my attitude, I think, is that it's real.
You can see it.
You can observe it.
It actually happens.
Well, maybe not my enriching the gift,
I don't know about that --
but my life has certainly been enriched by other people.
which introduced me to a whole network of people
who have enriched my life,
including Tricia McGillis, my website designer,
who's working with my wonderful daughter
to take my website and turn it into something
where all I have to do is write a blog.
I don't have to use the executive brain function ...
Ha, ha, ha, I win!
And I am so grateful to you.
I don't want to say, "the audience,"
because I don't really see it as we're two separate things.
I think of it in terms of quantum physics, again.
And, you know, quantum physicists are not exactly sure what happens
when the wave becomes a particle.
There are different theories --
the collapse of the wave function,
decoherence --
but they're all agreed on one thing:
that reality comes into being through an interaction.
(Voice breaking) So do you.
And every audience I've ever had,
past and present.
Thank you so much for making my life real.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
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【TED】Emily Levine: How I made friends with reality (How I made friends with reality | Emily Levine)

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林宜悉 published on June 14, 2018
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