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I need an antidote, life’s passing by me too fast ,

give me a doctor’s note to excuse me from class

overwhelmed life’s beauty and magic,

the ticking gets louder while it’s subtracting

I’m getting too old, too old for relaxing

why are there only 24 chours in a day

don’t have no money for when I get old,

hope uncle sam hasn’t been sold

I am a miner panning for gold

why are there only 24 hours in a day

For years Karl Primbram has championed parallel processes of brain/mind. There are parallel processes over and beyond the higher brain centers themselves. All of our perennial philosophies, spiritual paths, religions, dreams and hopes, have sprung out of an intuitive knowing that these higher intelligences exist, that life is more than just an economic knee-jerk reflex, that we are not just glorified Skinner-box pigeons.

On the one hand we have divinized our potential, projecting who we are designed to be onto an abstracted cloud nine rather than fulfilling our evolutionary potential, and falling victim to the politics of that projection. On the other hand, and far more destructively, we have denied our evolutionary nature, grounding ourselves in the more primitive, physically bound modes of our brain/mind, and subjecting ourselves to the magician-priests who can best manipulate that physical realm.