Agree 100%. In the same way that psychologist study the extreme cases of mental functioning not only to find out about those extreme cases but also about more normal functioning, we can learn a lot about our own minds by observing how it functions under many different perturbations and states.
Psychedelics and meditation are both good technologies for that!
I rarely do what I want - itâs too compulsive! I prefer to devise elaborate systems for deciding what to do.
Lots of thought and memory is based upon association. My experience has been that there is hardly ever much deliberate reasoning behind what associations people make. It mostly just happens.
the association between âjust say noâ and drug prohibition, on the other hand, is the result of a long and deliberate campaign.
Anyway. . . Iâm currently lit up on a few beers, and Iâd be smoking if I wasnât worried about the feds taking my house or my kids or whatever (actual probability of this happening - remarkably close to zero, but still too high for my comfort). The day they legalize pot canât come too soon.
I think what this thread is really missing is songs that actually are about smoking weed. Time to remedy!
Ben Harper : Burn One Down
Phish : Blaze On
Jigsy King : Gimme Di Weed
ETA lyrics! because I love Ben Harper so much!
My choice is what I choose to do
and if Iâm causing no harm it shouldnât bother you
your choice is who you choose to be
and if youâre causing no harm then youâre alright with me
if you donât like my fire
then donât come around
âcause Iâm going to burn one down
A striking memory from my childhood: my Mum, cigarette in hand, glass of wine to one side and cup of coffee to the other, telling me that sheâd ânever done drugsâ.
To her credit, she then did a quick double-take of the situation and cracked up laughing at herself.
Have you seen the MRI scans of a normal brain versus one on LSD? Virtually every single part of the brain is lit up while on LSD. Apparently itâs as close to being a fully functioning brain as we can get!
I would say itâs to my parentsâ credit that the version I grew up with (not sure who sang it) included all the adult stuff, but that was back before it became assumed that hearing the word âcigaretteâ or âwhiskeyâ meant that youâd turn into a juvenile delinquent.
Whatever recording you had had already been somewhat bowdlerized: apparently the original (never recorded, only busked on the street) version was about a hobo seducing a boy into the hobo life, and included the verse âIâve hiked and hiked till my feet are sore/And Iâll be damned if I hike any more/To be buggered sore like a hoboâs whore/In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.â