Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Altered States of Consciousness

The only altered state of consciousness that plays a role in my life is sleep. I have never taken drugs, and I have never undergone hypnosis, meditation, sensory deprivation, biofeedback, or an out-of-body experience. I have no desire to try hypnosis or meditation, as relaxation tends to stress me out (I know - it's paradoxical). I do not plan on ever using drugs, and the other three are just a little too unnerving. So no, I haven't learned anything new that may improve the quality of my life. In order to have more flow experiences, I must first find something with which I could have a flow experience. I don't do sports. I don't cook. I don't play video games. I don't drive. I think I get something similar to a flow experience when I'm walking - sometimes I'll end up somewhere, but have no recollection of actually getting there. For example, I never remember packing up my laptop charger in the morning, but I always do.The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain. Now is the winter of our discontent. Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? To be or not to be? That is the question. A penny saved is a penny earned. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - nameless her for evermore.

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