Humanity
HOW TO SPOT A LIAR
HOW TO SPOT A LIAR "Sorry, my phone died." "It's nothing. I'm fine." "These allegations are completely unfounded." "The company was not aware of any wrongdoing." "I love you." We hear anywhere from 10 to 200 lies a day, and we spent much of our history coming up with ways to detect them, from medieval torture devices to polygraphs, blood-pressure and breathing monitors, voice-stress analyzers, eye trackers, infrared brain scanners, and even the 400-pound electroencephalogram. But although such tools have worked under certain circumstances, most can be fooled with enough preparation, and none are considered reliable enough to even be admissible in court. But, what if the problem is not with the techniques, but the underlying assumption that lying spurs physiological changes? What if we took a more direct approach, using communication science to analyze the lies themselves?
By Oscar Emmanuel Ogbonnaya2 years ago in Confessions
AI, TO BE OR TO BE. AI-Generated.
It took me a while to stop assuming the abbreviation AI was talking artificial insemination but when thinking about it further, there is still a lot of insemination going on around the discuss of AI. The opinion held in this post is not novel but the last sentence might tickle your fancy. It is my one favourite sentence in the whole write up. Anyway, this ends my part. lets dive into the discourse. The Discourse of AI: Can We Really Tell the Difference?
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Confessions
Officially, President Abdul Fattah el-Sisi explains the reasons for his support for the Israeli entity, stating that he wants what is best for Egypt by supporting Israel.
### Part 1: Historical Context of Egyptian-Israeli Relations To understand President Sisi's current policy towards Israel, we must look at the shared history between the two countries. Egyptian-Israeli relations began after the signing of the Camp David Accords in 1978, which led to peace between Egypt and Israel after decades of conflicts and wars. This agreement was supervised by the United States and included Egypt's regaining of the Sinai Peninsula, a crucial condition for establishing peace with Israel.
By William2 years ago in Confessions
Snippets. Content Warning.
Coffee for Breakfast I sometimes gaze at my reflection, my eyes drawn to my belly. Is it slim? How can I be sure? In comparison to my hips, my breasts, my upper arms that never fail to disgust me? I touch my belly, relieved that it at least feels firm. But the squishy bits I imagine to be a sludge of yellow grease beneath my skin drag me down. I straighten myself, hoping to appear slimmer. The music I put on distracts me, and I start to move. Seeing my body in motion eases so many of my worries. I start to shake, and my waist muscles begin their routine. My hips move fast and slow, shaking away the expectations placed on my body. My hips move for me, the snake inside with a mind and dance of its own. The cave of my stomach rumbles with the familiar sensation of emptiness. My eyes fixed on my slithering body in the mirror. The taste of coffee drips from my throat into my chest and plays the lead role of today's breakfast.
By Beth (Halo) Hanson2 years ago in Confessions
After leaving us with his hilarious memories that made the whole world laugh, today we mourn the loss of Mr. Bean, the comedic character beloved by all, who left an unforgettable mark on the world of art and entertainment.
In a moment of profound silence and deep sadness, lies the beloved figure who captured the hearts of the world on his deathbed. Yes, Mr. Bean, the comedic icon who made generations laugh and endeared himself with his magical charm, has bid us farewell today after a journey filled with laughter and unforgettable moments.
By William2 years ago in Confessions
Story
We were eating in the kitchen when i asked her about her childhood...Her name is Enko , im curious...to know more -Enko: Fine..I’ll tell you about my childhood, but don’t complain on how ‘boring’ it is..My childhood like I said…wasn’t that interesting…my parents were divorced, and I was mostly raised by my grandparents…growing up I would say I was a little shy, but as I got older and went to school, I’d say I became more quiet and standoffish..
By Hiếu Trọng2 years ago in Confessions
POWER OF FAITH
It was a usual Sunday morning. Apart from the fact that it was the longest day of the year. Everyone in the ancient town of Kanoa'i was excited about the evening ceremony. The little streets of the settlement were filled with joyful people, preparing for the big summer event.
By Goleti thirumal 2 years ago in Confessions
For many years, myths circulated about this creature. Some claimed that it came from other worlds.
In the depths of the dense forest, the night sounds fluttered among the branches of ancient trees and crept into every dark corner. Beneath a large tree, adorned with drooping green leaves, lived a mysterious and terrifying creature that awaited its prey mercilessly.
By William2 years ago in Confessions
Introverted Personalities and Escaping Society: A Deeper Understanding of Voluntary Isolation
### Introverted Personalities and Escaping Society: A Deeper Understanding of Voluntary Isolation In a world filled with noise and constant communication, escaping society might seem like an odd choice to many. However, for introverted individuals, this escape can be essential for their mental and emotional well-being. These individuals choose to step away from social hustle to find inner peace and recharge their energy.
By marina kamal2 years ago in Confessions
Saved by a little penny . Content Warning.
I was seated quietly at the steps of the college library, the weight of the world seemingly balanced on my shoulders. It was a balmy evening, with the sun dipping below the horizon, leaving a golden hue over the ancient stone buildings of the campus. The laughter of my fellow students, the clanking of cutlery from the College's G-gate, and the faint hum of distant conversations almost added salt on the wound. For me each sound served as a reminder of the fleeting and precarious nature of my journey through college. I had been so strong but this time , I couldn't just let it burn from inside me , tears were running through my cheek , my eyes decoding invisible words bitterly inscribed on the ground. I remembered there was one name that was spoken with pride in my village - DICKSON. I was born into a humble family and I was in college. The first and only one in my village to ever attend a higher learning institution. My village people often look at me with hope, seeing a glimpse of a future where their children too could pursue education. But behind the glowing facade of my academic pursuit, life is a tumultuous sea of worries and responsibilities. Walking 20 miles to college each day.
By Dickson Tembo2 years ago in Confessions
