Tonight I ate dinner with the smartest people I’ve ever met.
I felt like a fat kid on Thanksgiving, just grateful to be a there
I don’t even remember what I ate because my mind was cumming.
An economist, a neuroscientist, a handful of sociologists, and earlier, a philosopher. I mean christ how could I be this lucky to sit there all day and hear these people. I should be laying pipe drunk on Pabst (you know) and cat-calling the highschool girls soccer team with my friend Biff from the county jail. But this? This was way beyond my reach.
I feel like I’m living on borrowed time.
But that”borrowed time” crap sounds spiritual, and I certainly presume that my reader understands that spirituality is a worthless concept.
Wait a second. I think I did have a spiritual experience tonight.
It started with a discussion of dreams. Freud reignited the modern mind with the unfalsifiable subconscious and, in the process, attempted to link dreams to all kinds of insane horse shit.
So, ever since, every “alternative medicine”/”healer”/”meth survivor” has been coming up with the wildest theories on the origins and nature of dreams. THIS is what dreams are. No, THIS is what they are! No, THIS! And on and on in the way humans do.
Yet, at the dinner table tonight, surrounded by scientists at their peak, nobody asserted a single right answer. Literally everybody at that table was cement-truck-fuck confused about the nature and purpose of dreams.
It wasn’t too long, however, before the behavioral neuroscientist says, “Well, there’s five different theories, supported by overlapping lines of evidence from different fields,” and proceeds to explain the most fascinating possibilities I’ve ever imagined. As a person, but far more as a sociologist… A sociology of dreams anyone? Don’t doubt for a nanosecond that this isn’t possible.
Imagine the most beautiful of natural mysteries atop a rainbow of possible explanaions, shining on the competition of passionate theoretical camps. These scientists were providing a range of paths where the dogmatist and the spiritualist assert only one.
Openness to evidence, and a willingness to hear the arguments of others had produced an incredible prism of potential explanations. In that moment, I think I saw how nature’s weirdest stuff (e.g., dreams) can become, in the arms of science, an elegant mosaic instead of a lamb guess.
It felt fucking spiritual.