The Evolution Psychology of Human Instincts

Vision is a passenger-scientific tool of the mind, which has kept me intrigued since infancy, over half a century in due course, with date stamps and records, compelled by psychoanalytic odysseys reserved for exploration by the deepest halls of my mind.

Watching a rococo coif rising over the horizon, the birth of volition, innocent white cloud underpinned with a silver lining, angelic and changing, such a phenomenal force transcendent and cosmic, one's transcendent volition emerges at such great distance, like a jellyfish cell through infancy into a tropical thunderstorm, the magnitude of one’s volition manifest at maturity, by the electric force, and in the precipitation phase, a spiritual avatar permeating a fetus to birth. In a shell, a cerebral volition for the unconscious state to express itself. By the gift of a remote body, one's transcendent volition is the home of consciousness, housing firewalls against unwanted cosmic and intrusive peers. By the beacon at the epicenter of an infant's head, flashing a cycloramic light beam, streaming to beam sight, one's transcendent volition keeps in view a cognitive contact. Shrewd, able to pirate a vast open-source knowledge bank in the supraliminal, a bank of living experience gathered, in the zodiacal garden of evolution. Instinctive transcendent volition reaches out. Today's generations are reaping the faculties, which each individual contributes to through the build-up of technological advancement.

Meant to Illustrate:

The butterfly wings span out as our evolved transcendent volition from the web of a quasi galactic cocoon, which came together by the virtual fabric of a single cell, which is represented by the evolving clones of these plasticine balls circling the corners of the evolving blueprint spheres brought forth from a virgin universe.

1. Cells evoke a dynamic domino effect, such as skaters on an ice rink, life skating through the passage of time, which is represented by a glass sheet, as the current living generation generates across all species of life.
2. The butterfly wings that emerge from a cocoon that clouds together into a mass, divides and flattens by a galactic swirl into hot red and cold blue wings, one's transcendent cognitive volition – the soul of volition.
3. The plate of glass, in a balanced transparent light, , from a two-way mirror effect, mind teasing phenomena, by a virtual reality – a representation of the volition of puppeteering Man, the mind jumps that physical manifestation to its source – one's transcendent cognitive volition. Clairvoyant and derivative, surpassing the boundary of reality – psychic tools given to access that virtual reality where there is no time nor dimension, existential as one's ‘present.’
4. The image illustrates a glow in a lava formation, quasi matter formation, at its heart a galactic-cosmic neuron burning out, a virtual cancer and universal cycle of a transcendent volition, quasi cerebral.

Technically Abstract:

A mother to be, her embryo develops a cerebral beacon¹ of light, and sight calling forth, an emergency blue light ambulance in motion in a pitch black night, from that organ center. A telescope crosshairs from a ship on rough seas, tracking a waxing face and an ephemeral eclipse of the earth spinning through seasons in orbit under the auspice of the force and choice of one's transcendent volition.

Transcendent volition relies on the flash of the searchlight of the cerebral fetus to a mature beacon, to align and focus to the point of birth. After birth, and through upbringing and the span of a lifetime, one is addressed by that parsec-ray, an umbilical cord, as the object of a parallax in the limelight of our transcendent volition, shoulder whispering a hint of moral compass, the mischievous willpower, stationary and reflected in the arc of the parallax, a satellite dish, and by a cosmic dimension as flat as a sheet of glass. Transcendent volition stays connected, overseeing our wellbeing, through the zoological gardens, remote connections as one moves through the wild screams of the jungle in the depths of the night, and by day, a sailing veil shadows the sunlight’s color and casts misfortune, the crystal clarity of the cerebral beacon left in the lurch. Out of the crosshairs, comparative to jet lag, the snapped elastic of the sourcing of our transcendent-cognitive volition.

In answer to the question:

By a flutter of butterfly wings tattooed with one’s volition, puppeteering fingers, playing at the harp, voiceless manifests at the bristle of the sun’s rays, such as the lights of a music fountain. Virtual water drops along an optic fiber, and at the end, needle prickling, the parsec-ray in motion like a laser beam cutting through our dense path. These fractions of time, rhyme syllables, notion of words, the timbre of the messenger orchestrating in a cadence to exalt the understanding of phrases. One's mind dedicated to the forgotten cerebral beacon, in picking up these psychic extra-sensory perceptions, reaps the fruits of its visions, or angels’ whispers, the derivative of dreaming, our instinct in the first degree, as a tool in our survival kit.