“Obviously, the faster we process information, the more rich and complex our models or glosses —our reality-tunnels — will become. Resistance to new information, however, has a strong neurological foundation in all animals, as indicated by studies of imprinting and conditioning. Most animals, including most domesticated primates (humans) show a truly staggering ability to “ignore” certain kinds of information — that which does not “fit” their imprinted / conditioned reality-tunnel. We generally call this “conservativism” or “stupidity”, but it appears in all parts of the political spectrum, and in learned societies as well as in the Ku Klux Klan.”—
Distaste in the mouth… like metal, must be rust, blood.
I chewed through my lip again, accidentally crunching the old scab. Nothing’s on the radio, might as well listen to nothing. I am much larger than the trees. The trees only come to my knees, knees being wheels of steel rubber blubber coats spinning and thinning at the same time. I’ve never driven a truck like this before, all eighteen wheels under my control, small twitch of the wrist could bring down any obstacle making my obstacle course no more than a level field. I shouldn’t have taken the pills. I thought I would be able to stay awake easier for the price of a little grinding of the teeth. This is my first time on the road with my rig, just wanted to do the job perfectly.
Now I have to pull over. No rest stop in sight, the sun is about to rise and the sky is getting lighter. The black Wyoming oceans have resumed there yellow shape and solidity, freezing back into rolling fields of grass. So dull its magnificent.
Finally, the road begins to incline a little, I realize I must be getting close to Colorado. I heard its beautiful there. My head and thoughts are rushing and I need to move my legs, I’m scared because the feeling in my stomach keeps wavering. Which may be due to the loneliness I have been feeling off and on since I was forty miles into the least populated state of the country. Why? I would wonder, staring at the horizon as the sharp silver moonlight dissolved in the wet sun morning. Why of all places is Wyoming the least popular? This only made the feeling worse, as if there was something I didn’t know about hiding in the enormous amount of empty space around me. It didn’t matter that I was inside such a titanic creature. The space erased all comparison of objects, and all things became simply microscopic in these fields.
I have to stop. I need to walk around a little, I need to get some air.
I pulled over to nowhere in particular and silenced the grumbling giant. When I opened the door, it took a moment for me to realize that I had these two pathetic dangly legs to balance on, so I fell a little when I jumped off the step.
Its so quiet out here, So still. My skin feels dead because it had adapted to the vibrations in the truck, registering that as still, this is a level beyond stillness. It is said that when a person is deprived of one of their senses, the others become stronger. My hearing and sensation on the skin, non existent at that moment, gave birth to a vibrant sense of smell and lucid vision instantly to my face. Enjoying these new senses I paced around in the grass for a few minutes. The blood in my mouth became a little more bitter.
I sat flat on the road facing the rig. I had never done anything like this before, it was a test of my bravery, because staring at this monster gave me such a feeling that a fear of the truck began to blend with the loneliness of this place.
I couldn’t help staring at the lidded eyes of the massive skeleton. Bearing its wicked rotten teeth, a smile of complete pride, bragging that it was the most dense object in this universe of sky and field.
I haven’t slept in three days. Here I see the sun wake up for the third time, just in time to illuminate the colossal robotic mass. It is too much. I need to fix this. I run as far as I can but the smaler the truck gets the lonelier I feel.
I decide its time to get back inside and become this thing in order to feel better. When I got back in the truck I had a hard time focusing because I was in such a confined space. I felt like I was unable to hatch out of an egg. After I started driving I felt a little better. I started singing “I got space… you got space… everybody’s got space…” an hour must have gone by when I looked down at my fuel gauge and realized that it had barely moved at all since I had gotten back in the car. After driving such a long distance already, I have been able to watch the gauge go down as the miles go on. But it was a lot higher than it should have been.
I slammed on the brake when I realized that my entire trailer was missing, skidding to a quick short stop. For a second I didn’t believe what I saw and the mirror and I sat still afraid to turn around. How could I not have noticed that my trailer was missing? I decided to go out and see if something broke in a connection somewhere.
The empty space was even bigger than it was before. The sky seemed a little higher now that the sun was climbing.
There was no damage whatsoever. It was as if the trailer had vanished into thin air. The connections weren’t even rusty. I had to clear my head so I walked a little away from the truck. I kicked some dirt which floated on the wind.
I saw the trailer-less rig against the sky and the field, I smiled. My smile grew into a laugh, it just looked so silly sitting there all alone, no body, no strength, helpless, just like me. I could not stop laughing at its awkwardness.
Suddenly the color starts to fade and the ground rushes up to meet me.
For reasons unknown to us a retrogression in mathematical conceptioning emerges, possibly as a consequence of the navigator-priests forseeing that their power would deteriorate if the kings or other people caught on to too much of their calculating capability. Egypt’s artists visually portrayed all humans and animals only as one-plane, flat silhouettes. in a similar way the Greek and Egyptian geometers—as, for instance, Euclid in 300 B.C.— retrogressed into two-dimensional plane geometry from the Babylonians’ omnidimensional, finite system, experience-invoked time dimension. The Greeks and the Egyptians became concerned only with omnilaterally, infinitely extensible plane geometry and its “square”-unit of areal subdivision. Super imposed upon this plane, two-dimensional base the Greek and Egyptian geometers subsequently developed a timeless, weightless, temperatureless, three-dimensional, cubical coordinate system whose squares and cubes were geometrically irreconcilable with a spherical Earth and all the other radiationally and gravitationally divergent-convergent, inherently nucleated, finite, spherical systems’ growths and shrinkages—electromagnetic and acoustical, spherically gradient wave propagations.
“…It took me some time to find the solution to this puzzle, but once I had it, the answer seemed quite obvious. LSD was not a pharmacological agent generating exotic experiences by its interaction with the neurophysiological processes in the brain. This remarkable substance was clearly an unspecific catalyst of the deep dynamics of the human psyche. The experiences induced by it were not neurochemical artifacts, symptoms of a toxic psychosis as mainstream psychologists called it, but genuine manifestations of the human psyche itself. These experiences could then naturally be triggered by many other approaches…”—Stanislav Grof - When The Impossible Happens