We’re all crazy, every one of us autistic,
selectively intelligent. Or so it seems
to me, to this only-partially-operating-properly human being. So don’t be too quick to disagree with me or
be too sure of why you think I am wrong, because although I’m partial to my partiality, I know what I know
irrespective of your flawed perception of what I know (even though my viewpoint
is also flawed). Notwithstanding this fact, everyone forges
ahead in the steam of their own particular delusional flavor seemingly
oblivious to the magnitude of the spectrum of their respective brain
disorganizations. The ghosts in the
machines are legion and can only be exorcised out, not exercised away.
Our brains are disproportionately developed; we
know too much and too little at the same time.
We are social idiots, brilliant mathematicians, out of our minds, and
too much in our heads. We have both
attention deficit disorders and attention surplus disorders; we hyperactively
flit about and blur our focus outside all reasonable things to consider, and hyper-sluggishly
root about and clarify our focus inside one unreasonable thing to
consider. We are both overwrought and underwhelmed,
overplayed and underdeveloped, really utterly
confused, and delusionally completely
enlightened.
