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When volunteers saw names such as Britney Spears, George Clooney, and Marilyn Monroe, those who were at the highest risk of developing Alzheimer's - those with both the genetic makeup and a family history - showed high levels of activity in the hippocampus, posterior cingulate and regions of the frontal cortex, all areas involved in memory. The control group showed the opposite pattern. Their brains became more excited when they saw unfamiliar names, which included Irma Jacoby, Joyce O'Neil and Virginia Warfield.
That could mean that the at-risk people were working harder to recognize the well-known celebrities, compensating for already damaged or destroyed neurons that were no longer functioning, while the control group had to struggle only when trying to place the names of noncelebrities, recruiting more nerve cells and connections, racking their memory banks and recall centers.

Other signs of Alzheimer's were not present yet allowing for earlier detection.

Excellent clip Bobby.
If you could choose, would you choose to have perfect physical health but lose your mind, or have your mind but lose your physical health?

Assuming those were the only two choices.

Neither choice is very good but it would be to keep my mind.

Especially with the technological advances coming that will allow you to interact with technology through brain wave impulses. Stephen Hawking is about as good an example as I can give.

How about you?

As you said, neither choice is good.

Being a former athlete meant that a strong body was always important to me. In many ways, I think it would be more terrible to know my fate.

So I vote body. Hopefully ignorance would be blissful.

BTW Bobby,

Please be looking for a question I had for you

Neither choice is very good but it would be to keep my mind.

So I vote body. Hopefully ignorance would be blissful.

Because you are "Awareness," the Light behind Consciousness, to lose one's Mind is tantamount to sitting in a Box before an unresponsive Control Panel, unable to communicate.

The French have a word for this, "oubliette," an isolated room, where one is, in a sense, trapped in an elevator between floors, none of the buttons work, the phone is dead, and it's always Midnight, Sunday.