Eric Scheske

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The Hemisphere Hypothesis

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

Don't be a Zizian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reading: Kicking Against the Left Hemisphere's Hegemony

Reading: Kicking Against the Left Hemisphere's Hegemony

Few things are more degrading than being a child of the modern age. “Prison wife” comes closest. It ain’t our fault we were born into this asphalt dystopia of algorithms and plastic. But we can claw our way out. We can break the chains. The trick is knowing what

Edgar Cayce: Sleeping Prophet

Edgar Cayce: Sleeping Prophet

Edgar Cayce, the “Sleeping Prophet” (1877-1945), was a peculiar figure, a lanky Kentuckian who slipped into some kind of trance-like stupor and spouted answers to life’s mysteries like a backwoods oracle. Over 14,000 of his mutterings were scribbled down by diligent stenographers, responses to questions from 6,000