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I s'pose it will be rather random to create a thread like this, but what is there not to like about something random? For one, random things have an origin, even if the origin was a thought that commanded a random thing, like this thread.
Anyway, I'll cease my series of disconnected notions now, and turn now to the attention of the topic at hand I want to discuss with you, HL2.net.
It is without doubt that there is the possibility that I am a being whose intelligence is Wslightly above average. And this is so for most of HL2.net. We are in general, a smart bunch - at least when compared to countless internet communities. So I reasoned that if I was somewhat smart, then others here will at least be as smart and another bunch will be smarter.
Anyway, this topic deals with moments of apparent brilliance in an otherwise "normal" mind. Have you ever had one of those moments in which life and everything in it feels almost laughably interconnected and simple? One of those moments in which you realize your prejudices are only half-truths, your thoughts go from preoccupations dealing with bureaucracy and paperwork to entire mental dissertations (with imagined social commentary by an acclaimed social commenter of brilliant articulation and eloquence) on the necessity of bureaucratic systems and paper in the first place? How you realize you no longer have the time to form stereotypes, and even if those stereotypes are presented, you no longer despise the stereotype, but appreciate them fully?
One of you might say - lay off the crack mayn. This has little to do with drugs, but rather how the brain can (and I'll dare to propose the following hunch) how the brain can "mimic" some sort of neurotransmitter that causes pleasure derived from intellect and "higher thought". If you need a point of reference (and all you non-drug users, please don't judge me for this) think about weed and how, under the influence of it, the simplest of things seem amazing - albeit without the sensory overload and without any of the sensations associated with smoking weed, except the capacity to draw critical and valid relationships from the world.
My question is - what happens in the brain when all of this is going on? Is there too much dopamine in the brain, and can too much of whatever chemical causing such mental zenith (such that there is a chemical imbalance) be harmful?
I ask these things because now is a moment of normality. Statistically, I've felt normal and unenlightened through most of my life, but throughout the past month it has been different. At two other moments this has occured naturally (under extraordinary conditions of stress and other factors) and only once while being under some form of short-term narcotic influence (though, the reason for the last bout of heightened thinking began artificially and continued itself for a month, until now; at the moment, I still feel mentally stronger, but not to the point of near-madness).
Anyway, I reasoned that since this has happened to me two, three times in the past, then it is bound to happen again, though I need to understand it more fully to know how to perpetuate it and possibly convert it into a lifestyle, if at all possible and if there is no harm to my brain involved.
I think if you know what I'm on about, you'll realize that there is no reason to ever be bored, at all.
Anyway, I'll cease my series of disconnected notions now, and turn now to the attention of the topic at hand I want to discuss with you, HL2.net.
It is without doubt that there is the possibility that I am a being whose intelligence is Wslightly above average. And this is so for most of HL2.net. We are in general, a smart bunch - at least when compared to countless internet communities. So I reasoned that if I was somewhat smart, then others here will at least be as smart and another bunch will be smarter.
Anyway, this topic deals with moments of apparent brilliance in an otherwise "normal" mind. Have you ever had one of those moments in which life and everything in it feels almost laughably interconnected and simple? One of those moments in which you realize your prejudices are only half-truths, your thoughts go from preoccupations dealing with bureaucracy and paperwork to entire mental dissertations (with imagined social commentary by an acclaimed social commenter of brilliant articulation and eloquence) on the necessity of bureaucratic systems and paper in the first place? How you realize you no longer have the time to form stereotypes, and even if those stereotypes are presented, you no longer despise the stereotype, but appreciate them fully?
One of you might say - lay off the crack mayn. This has little to do with drugs, but rather how the brain can (and I'll dare to propose the following hunch) how the brain can "mimic" some sort of neurotransmitter that causes pleasure derived from intellect and "higher thought". If you need a point of reference (and all you non-drug users, please don't judge me for this) think about weed and how, under the influence of it, the simplest of things seem amazing - albeit without the sensory overload and without any of the sensations associated with smoking weed, except the capacity to draw critical and valid relationships from the world.
My question is - what happens in the brain when all of this is going on? Is there too much dopamine in the brain, and can too much of whatever chemical causing such mental zenith (such that there is a chemical imbalance) be harmful?
I ask these things because now is a moment of normality. Statistically, I've felt normal and unenlightened through most of my life, but throughout the past month it has been different. At two other moments this has occured naturally (under extraordinary conditions of stress and other factors) and only once while being under some form of short-term narcotic influence (though, the reason for the last bout of heightened thinking began artificially and continued itself for a month, until now; at the moment, I still feel mentally stronger, but not to the point of near-madness).
Anyway, I reasoned that since this has happened to me two, three times in the past, then it is bound to happen again, though I need to understand it more fully to know how to perpetuate it and possibly convert it into a lifestyle, if at all possible and if there is no harm to my brain involved.
I think if you know what I'm on about, you'll realize that there is no reason to ever be bored, at all.