My Musings: Psychology

My Musings: Psychology

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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My Musings: Psychology



Science of psyche

Intrinsically perceived

And apprehended


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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Definitely something I'm interested in.
The mind is such a mystery, sometimes what we think off scares us,
but then again how does one know what's real and not? Science may give an explanation but our mind keeps exploring through spaces some minds may not go beyond! :)
Reminded me of a quote by Sigmund Freud "the mind is like an iceberg, its floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water."

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Definitely something I'm interested in.
The mind is such a mystery, sometimes what we think off scares us,
but then again how does one know what's real and not? Science may give an explanation but our mind keeps exploring through spaces some minds may not go beyond! :)
Reminded me of a quote by Sigmund Freud "the mind is like an iceberg, its floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water."

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MMMmm- question is does everyone comprehend??? Choices- sometimes clarity and decernment can be a scary truth for some- pushing it to the back of the depths of subconscious at times...🌹

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The mind is a wonder..
The mind is a puzzle..
Science may know
then again.......................

Cool !!

Jazzy

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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