All Alcohol is Bad for You, Until It's Not
Scientists can't draw a circle any better than a retard using his left hand. In fact, they're worse at it. He can at least make curves. Scientists? Their only tool is the straight line.
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The Hemisphere Hypothesis
Iain McGilchrist explains how our left hemispheres have gone rogue. The left hemisphere is meant to serve the right hemisphere, but it has usurped its master's position. This usurpation is the essence of modernity. It cripples society and each one of us individually because it disconnects people from full reality: only the right hemisphere connects to the Tao and the full spectrum of reality that it leads to.
"[T]he god who got things done bore the name of Moloch." GKC
Slaying Goliath with Another Goliath
Hope springs eternal: Artificial intelligence only has a left hemisphere. Bureaucracy is left-hemispheric. It makes sense that AI might be able to kill the blob that has spread everywhere since it started its halcyon days in the 1970s.
Don't be a Zizian
Everyday Neurology 101: The right hemisphere receives sensory input, feeds it to the left hemisphere for processing, receives a report from the left hemisphere, synthesizes it, feeds its synthesis back to the left hemisphere for more processing, which reports back, and on and on until a decision is made.
This
The Reading Paradox
The Hemispheres Create Paradoxes. One is Brewing Right Now: We're Reading More Than Ever But Reading Reading Less Than Ever
Escaping the Cocooned Mind
We’re all wrapped up in rationalist cocoons, spun not by our own hands but by the sticky threads of a world gone mad with reason.
Our spit’s in the walls, sure, but we didn’t design the daggone things. We were born into them, raised in them, schooled
The Thrill of Competition Might be Vitamins for the Left Hemisphere of Your Brains
And in this modern age, you never need to nourish your left hemisphere
The Third Way Fever
This modern world’s got a fever, and it ain’t for more cowbell.
It’s for third alternatives.
Everybody’s itching for that elusive other option, like it’s the last ticket out of a burning city. Ray Oldenburg lit a fuse back in ’89 with The Great Good
Five Reasons to Drink at the Bar
In the twilight of Western civilization, where the sterile grip of the left hemisphere has throttled the soul out of our culture, the pub stands as a defiant outpost of human connection against the gnostic tide.
The churches once held the line too, but many—mainline Protestants, Jesuits, and their
GKC and McGilchrist
I ain’t got a shred of hard proof, but I’d wager that G.K. Chesterton’s noggin was rigged with a hulking, boisterous right hemisphere that steamrolled the left like a runaway freight train.
That jovial giant’s right hemisphere didn’t just outmuscle its analytical counterpart. It
Hand Me that Loaf of Nothing
America’s gone and lost its knack for wasting time, and we’re paying a butcher’s bill for it.
Young folks, especially, ain’t lingering with each other, not in the aimless, sprawling way that used to stitch souls together.
The fallout’s grim: depression’s up, suicide’s