as I try to convey information in a logical and grammatical fashion. And then, when I stand up to go to the bathroom, I switch to right brain/mythos, pure being, mode. And I use a trick I have learned, all chi and consciousness concentrated into left hand, which becomes an iron claw.. this way I can switch modes whilst maintaining bliss and serenity... I can switch modes, open a door into a listening space, and I hear the screams of the dying from injury and shock, voices and yells from the drowning, the frightened, moans of pain, gasps of lovers, muttering and demanding and shouting and sobbing, a realm of anger and distress, the lost ones, the fearful ones... I hear it all now, this moment, like entering a vast telephone exchange where the noise is deafening and only fragments become clear, like bits of conversation at a drunken cocktail party, reminds me of the party to open an art exhibition... What is all that ? Some sort of telepathic transmission, quantum consciousness thing, where intense emotional states get sent out into the aether ? Like a lucid dream, walking around a strange very noisy busy city. It has no connection to anything that has ever happened in my own life. The way I see it, attempts to moderate the discourse, are aspects of the will-to-power, that Nietzsche and Ted K. talk about. Everybody has that little kernel within, a biological heritage thing, where they would like to be Queen