Really good discussion, guys. I expected to disagree more, honestly, but you won me over. I would argue that memorizing poetry is as effective as lifting weights. When in the midst of my own sorrows, I often recite to myself Gerard Manley Hopkins' "Carrion Comfort", the opening of which is:
'Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry "I can no more". I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.'
We got the Chris stamp of approval which means this is now settled science and anyone attempting to debate the issue is operating outside the scope of rational debate/thought.
I made a great picture in response to the discussion about lifting weights only to discover—to my utter dismay—that I can't share it in the comments here. Imagine a picture of Sisyphus endlessly and fecklessly rolling upward his boulder saying "Do you even lift, bro?"
Really good discussion, guys. I expected to disagree more, honestly, but you won me over. I would argue that memorizing poetry is as effective as lifting weights. When in the midst of my own sorrows, I often recite to myself Gerard Manley Hopkins' "Carrion Comfort", the opening of which is:
'Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry "I can no more". I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.'
We got the Chris stamp of approval which means this is now settled science and anyone attempting to debate the issue is operating outside the scope of rational debate/thought.
I made a great picture in response to the discussion about lifting weights only to discover—to my utter dismay—that I can't share it in the comments here. Imagine a picture of Sisyphus endlessly and fecklessly rolling upward his boulder saying "Do you even lift, bro?"
We will morn the loss of your picture with deep personal sorrow