Yourself?

well, so. where was i.

'These effects of mescalin are the sort of effects you could expect to follow the administration of a drug having the power to impair the efficiency of the cerebral reducing valve. When the brain runs out of sugar, the undernourished ego grows weak, can't be bothered to undertake the necessary chores, and loses all interest in those spatial and temporal relationships which mean so much to an organism bent on getting on in the world. As Mind at Large seeps past the no longer watertight valve, all kinds of biologically useless things start to happen. In some cases there may be extra-sensory perceptions. Other persons discover a world of visionary beauty. To others again is revealed the glory, the infinite value and meaningfulness of naked existence, of the given, unconceptualized event. In the final stage of egolessness there is an "obscure knowledge" that All is in all - that All is actually each. This is as near, I take it, as a finite mind can ever come to "perceiving everything that is happening everywhere in the universe." '

on psychedelic drugs: "informed consent is biologically impossible."

the mind is very limited:
- lack of knowledge
- finiteness
- temperament etcetera
- ability
- time; lifespan
- lack of neurotransmitters
- lack of communication. our left and right brain doesnt even connect properly. forget telepathy and empathy.
etcetera!

imagination may not seem finite, but there is a limit-- theres only these colours we know, there are only these emotions, so many dimensions, so much space, scale, time.

well, i could go on for very long in this vein.
doing a project on drugs. aldous huxley is a rabid fan of mescaline.
here's the doors of perception.
the idea is that the mind is so limited; while it may not seem so, only awareness can actually convince us that there is a greater consciousness far removed from ordinary living.
read those essays on the matrix? how we would not be able to conceive ourselves as brains in vats because it would not be in our consciousness?
imagination itself is limited by experience, environment.
also read up on topology; dimensions and so on; klein bottle.
search google.
can't even begin to conceive the fourth dimension.
and its not ~time~ either; its much simpler, it just exists, is, all at once.

i think the mind is indeed a prison. its contained within the walls of the skull, and has five windows through which to perceive the world.
there are too many unfathomable things... imagination is mere flattery.

we can't even save ourselves.

posted by inventing @ 12:33 am