TLF; it's interesting to imagine how far a species would get, with "depression."
Natural selection indeed. They might have gotten out of the box. Serious theory, well, within my attention span:
Nature has selected for humans with successful brain chemistry.
Not correct brains, not realistic or logical or objective, but successful.
Lately, ones who know how to put sentences together into a paragraph.
[This is An Official Aside: I know it's something you've never said to, well, anyone; but I was just thinking of saying it, and I can't, but it made me laugh: "Think about it." It's secretly tempting, for a person knowing you've thought of everything. "Think about it!!" Warrrhhh! Har har harrrr! Wahrfuuff!]
Regular, selected brains, are on drugs. They're not aware of this, nor where their supply comes from. Right inside our noggins.
Duh.
[Oooh! That feels slammy. Like a lid; an outhouse door with a spring on it. A spring on the inside, from the door to the jamb; where the flies who went in there because they wanted to and now seem to want out, wish "they" would quit that 140 db thumping.]
You're like a brother a person has to room with, and fight with. Like Dash with his brother, "the smartest kid in California."
I used to play Stratego with Craig, when I was 10-11-12, and he was always, I mean pretty much always, ahead of me. Not just a little; 20% or so. (Not to say you're only 20%.)
Well. I forgot where I was going. |
