Introduction to Profiles in Right-Hemispherism
In this left-brained madhouse we call western civilization, the right-brained are the outcasts, the oddballs, the glorious lunatics who refuse to salute the spreadsheet and the algorithm.
They’re the ones who don’t fit in the cubicle, who won’t bow to the soul-crushing hum of the globalist machine.
Their rebellion is as varied as the weeds busting through the cracks of a parking lot, shaped by whatever patch of dirt they sprouted from. The only thread binding them is a mutiny against the left hemisphere.
Let’s play the left-brain’s game for a minute and organize these freaks on the shelf like pickled specimens:
First, you’ve got the scientific weirdos, the eggheads who know the universe is bigger than their slide rules can measure. These are the ones who squint at the stars and suspect there’s more to life than Newton’s clockwork. Einstein ended up jawing with priests about the Eucharist, chasing mysteries his equations couldn’t touch. Michael Polanyi, with his talk of “personal knowledge,” and William James, that Ivy League mystic who wouldn’t dismiss the ineffable just because it didn’t fit in a test tube, belong here too. And of course Dr. Iain McGilchrist, the prophet of The Hemisphere Hypothesis.
Then there’s the reckless bunch, the cultural Molotov-cocktail throwers who hack at modernity’s sacred cows with gleeful abandon. They might not know exactly what they’re fighting, but they’re fighting it.
Jack Kerouac, that road-raging poet, was their 20th-century king. Today, I tip my hat to the reprobates at 4Chan. I’ve never ventured into that digital sewer, but their middle-finger antics make me chuckle from a safe distance.
Next, the self-destructive crew, the ones who torch their own lives in a desperate bid to escape the left hemisphere’s straitjacket. Their bodies litter the landscape like rusted-out cars, some scrawling their misery into “addiction literature”: half suicide note, half poetry. Charles Bukowski, that booze-soaked bard of the barstool, ranks high on the list here.
Then you’ve got the deranged, the ones who pushed so hard against the left hemisphere’s walls that their minds cracked like cheap drywall. Nietzsche, screaming about gods and supermen until the abyss swallowed him whole, is the OG.
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Eric Scheske
