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The mind: being of organic matter and neurotrasmitters rather than electricity, is it ever strictly a thing that can be measured or characterized by chemical signatures alone?

This is a map of functions that are attributed to the effect of nootropics on the brain patterns of cognition, memory, problem solving, execution of commands, etc but no place for emotional content being the essence of what can drive the brain and it’s cognitive function in ways that are more complex than merely execution of commands and formulas or problem solving and memory recall.

What is the purpose of eliminating this aspect from the understanding it does not inhibit or complicate the more robotic functions but if utilized from a standpoint of being an advantage, a superpower, what would the outcome of these studies truly be?

If Bruce Lee believes emotional content can alter the effect of executing what would otherwise be a scientific formula for exerting a kind of force: emotional content drives the action in a way that merely muscle power or kinetic force by muscular precision cannot do, should we listen to this man who became a crystallization of his own philosophy which is evident in his work and life in obvious ways, or listen to scientists who only ever sit at desks and do math, observing from a distance cause and effect rather than gaining real life experience of applied action in somewhere other than the safety of a lab or other conditioned environment. We are not chemical beings we are emotional beings. To remove this aspect and think we can learn anything about the human experience is a strange luxury science has granted itself. But like all luxury it is only part of the bigger picture of life and value or quality, or even progress versus the agendas of perception, influence and ultimately power, looking at a small pool of data only yields a small pool of insight in a realm in infinite possibilities.

The measure of smartness is always in the mind of the beholder, to let any other human limit possibilities instead of illuminating paths where before there seemed to be only walls is a measure of conscience and bravery, to define oneself not by the standards of others but by our own ideas of success individually is the pursuit of honest self expression. Is it smart or foolish to wonder if every human who has ever become great because of an idea presented as an absolute for the sake of power not truth just a human wanting the leave their mark on life, to be remembered but not to be seen as anything other than just a human with big ideas who wants others to agree? Influence is everything.

Accepting no limitation as limitation is activating the power of duality to see beyond truth and illusion.

The human mind cannot behold the truth of reality outside of the human subjective experience. When will we evolve to see this as an advantage instead of a flaw in the design when objective reality would never truly be relevant to us as individual beings with no ability to experience life outside of these bodies.

And if we subvert consciousness to robotics without feeling anything at all what are we gaining? Superpower without adrenaline and endorphins? What kind of life is that? The ability to acquire all data without being able to feel an ocean breeze and smell it or feel the beauty of a sunset or the heat of the sun? What for? Virtual reality without sensory experience is actual not worth memory storage to a part of the brain which keeps this information because of the potential of sensory experience, not just an illusion or impression. We cannot trick ourselves into enjoying utopia if we cannot feel it, smell it, taste it, not just see and hear.

If Proust did not teach us this in six volumes I don’t think science will figure it out with all of the calculations in the quantum field. Life is not something to imitate it is to be lived. But to convince the mind that living is more than chemistry or levels of various juices squirting through our bodies and all of its tubes even knowing how soon the mind adapts to what is even ecstatic artifice with the study of tolerance for chemicals like MDA and MDMA to admit that our brains will outsmart us and our schemes and that another factor of complexity is required for the consciousness to be engaged in life beyond predictability, is just another limitation to be overcome.

A barrier of mathematical formulas by someone sitting in a chair in a lab not really living a life at all.

Every adversary becomes your master. True liberty is still just a myth.

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Where do we go from here:

When human connection has lost its integrity rooted behind the mask while all others are mask-obsessed to the point of a somnambulant declaration of abject apathy, which is worse than disdain or avarice because the latter involves something telling whereas the former resides in a void and refuses to show any signs of life: where do we go from here? Smashing the mask would only prove horrifying, to see the nothingness that drives it zombie like towards the looming cloud of death it’s just a show, it’s just all a big show. But it shows nothing. The absoluteness of this nothingness resembles something so unlike life I beg for evidence that this is truly life seeing no evidence of it except in my imagined world of some threadbare hope of compassion let alone passion. Why are emotions so terrifying that people want to pretend so much they don’t have them. What is so threatening about pain that you can’t feel the beauty behind the sting? What is that emptiness where victory should be, having earned strength of countenance that isn't an act but was rightly won by perseverance and actual resilience of spirit? or What is beauty without the dynamic of it's form upon a stage differentiated by its rose like presence among cogs and gears of the evergrinding machine that claims to own all souls for the revenue of the tax invented by the machine for the machine because the machine has become obtuse and doesn’t serve its purpose so much as we have given it too much and not objected. Not even noticed how much we've given compared to what we "get". It is complacency that allows parasitic illusions to pervade life until it is unrecognizable apart from the daunting shadowy doom of that godforsaken machine. Smash the control machine once said a dead man who noticed it then, was quoted, and then what? We forgot? We were too busy feeding the machine starry eyed drunk off lofty promises of more money(bills) more beauty(envy) more sex (but really?) It is we who are to blame for allowing such a parasite to grow so big and how did it happen? Incrementally, by the promise of convenience. The promise of all the things it never has the power to grant you but you still buy into it. Every. Fucking. Day.

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To find yourself by losing yourself, to see yourself like you have never realised yourself to be by throwing away all of what you thought was you but wasn't really you, just a collection of things you had covered your bare soul with to withstand the harsh winds of time even though still so young you could feel it then and the vertigo of loneliness from your high tower of thought all of which were only glimpses of your own light reflected trying to regain that feeling of luminescence that you had once but lost along the way dimmed and daunted by learning too much too soon and forgetting your place within the river of neverending flux but you will put yourself back together again there is nothing more worth living for than merely to live and to love what you live because there was a time ten years ago when you made a deadly decision and the universe dragged you out of your death and said "you are not done yet"