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31/3/16 - (Neuro-)Genesis
NEUROPHARMACOLOGY IN THIS NOVEL NEW WORLD·THURSDAY, 31 MARCH 2016
The brainchild has been birthed into the broadband-boosted black and white whirlpool of words, wishes and wishes once more still for but one more word. Where verifiable fact does battle with moralistic relativism and the Neo-Luddites choke equally on the fallacies, paradoxes and logical failures their Chateau de Cartes uses as foundation, structure and decoration thereof.
Such is the contemporary Capulet in today’s Virtual Verona, opposing ideology births propaganda-drenched monotony as the starving serfdom supports politico-gluttony.
As demonstrated by suitor becoming sufferer in sorrow and suicide in Shakespeare’s succulent nibble of the tale of tragedy, knowledge is the key to the very concept of a lock - be it the one hiding Juliet’s persisting mortality or the Internal Infinity of our squishy little lumps of cerebral matter.
The mind is not the Final Frontier.
Understanding the mind and its magnificent, majestic, almost mythical, might is The Only Frontier.
Uncharted expanses lay unclaimed in the mind of every machine-manufacturing man with a moustache, each tired traveler taking time-out on a twelve-minute train, each and every glint in a child’s eye - that glint may very well be the flash of inspiration and spark of fascination that leads to Neural Degeneration Syndromes like Dementia, Parkinson’s et. al, being but a very, very, very distant, yet framed in colour-colliding clarity, memory.
Knowledge is more than power. Power seeps and bleeds and diffuses and ultimately dies with its organic architect. The knowledge preceded such, permitted such and progressed as such.
It is but forever.
Mere seconds and centuries and supernovae stand on the Universal Stage, but its curtains close as Certainty takes his irreplaceable seat atop the throne, the sum of all that had value long ago constrained to reside in the Tomb of Knowledge, holding up all there is, was, and will be. Forever.
NEUROPHARMACOLOGY IN THIS NOVEL NEW WORLD·THURSDAY, 31 MARCH 2016
The brainchild has been birthed into the broadband-boosted black and white whirlpool of words, wishes and wishes once more still for but one more word. Where verifiable fact does battle with moralistic relativism and the Neo-Luddites choke equally on the fallacies, paradoxes and logical failures their Chateau de Cartes uses as foundation, structure and decoration thereof.
Such is the contemporary Capulet in today’s Virtual Verona, opposing ideology births propaganda-drenched monotony as the starving serfdom supports politico-gluttony.
As demonstrated by suitor becoming sufferer in sorrow and suicide in Shakespeare’s succulent nibble of the tale of tragedy, knowledge is the key to the very concept of a lock - be it the one hiding Juliet’s persisting mortality or the Internal Infinity of our squishy little lumps of cerebral matter.
The mind is not the Final Frontier.
Understanding the mind and its magnificent, majestic, almost mythical, might is The Only Frontier.
Uncharted expanses lay unclaimed in the mind of every machine-manufacturing man with a moustache, each tired traveler taking time-out on a twelve-minute train, each and every glint in a child’s eye - that glint may very well be the flash of inspiration and spark of fascination that leads to Neural Degeneration Syndromes like Dementia, Parkinson’s et. al, being but a very, very, very distant, yet framed in colour-colliding clarity, memory.
Knowledge is more than power. Power seeps and bleeds and diffuses and ultimately dies with its organic architect. The knowledge preceded such, permitted such and progressed as such.
It is but forever.
Mere seconds and centuries and supernovae stand on the Universal Stage, but its curtains close as Certainty takes his irreplaceable seat atop the throne, the sum of all that had value long ago constrained to reside in the Tomb of Knowledge, holding up all there is, was, and will be. Forever.
