jeffzie: uncertaintimes: lapetitebaobab: (via grumblebunny) “I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.” - ACD In the past, many have speculated that humans would eventually become big-brained, small-bodied creatures - ultimately shedding the mortal coil, a chrysalis emerging as a being of pure thought. Looking around today, it seems that the converse is the trend. Many humans (of the ones who aren’t starving to death) seem to be evolving into brainless flexing bulbous flesh nodules - big mouths that when not ingesting food are spouting the same six sarcastic remarks - rippling distended muscle mass thrusting gigantic tumescent sex organs - smashing upon each other with well-honed body-smashing skills - attached to devices that provide the cues and do the thinking. While Isabella’s imbecile companions waste their time in boisterous procreation, the wise woman dies without issue, completely lost, bitter and disgusted…. I suppose it’s not as bad (or as simple) as all that. I see much brilliance and balance around me. The gap seems to be widening, though. Lately I suffer from pronounced cognitive dissonance over this. Genius, stupidity and profound mediocrity seem to approach a peak, all the while bouncing off of, smashing through, and blurring the boundaries. (it is, of course, or seems to be, all of these things, simultaneously complimentary and conflicting - way it is, I guess) I think I need some boisterous amusement. TRANSCRIPT: Here is Isabella perusing a volume.  She loved to peruse, while her imbecile companions waste their time in boisterous amusements.  She will grow up a wise woman if she does not die of cerebrospinal meningitis.

jeffzie:

uncertaintimes:

lapetitebaobab:

(via grumblebunny)

“I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.” - ACD

In the past, many have speculated that humans would eventually become big-brained, small-bodied creatures - ultimately shedding the mortal coil, a chrysalis emerging as a being of pure thought.

Looking around today, it seems that the converse is the trend. Many humans (of the ones who aren’t starving to death) seem to be evolving into brainless flexing bulbous flesh nodules - big mouths that when not ingesting food are spouting the same six sarcastic remarks - rippling distended muscle mass thrusting gigantic tumescent sex organs - smashing upon each other with well-honed body-smashing skills - attached to devices that provide the cues and do the thinking.

While Isabella’s imbecile companions waste their time in boisterous procreation, the wise woman dies without issue, completely lost, bitter and disgusted….

I suppose it’s not as bad (or as simple) as all that. I see much brilliance and balance around me. The gap seems to be widening, though.

Lately I suffer from pronounced cognitive dissonance over this. Genius, stupidity and profound mediocrity seem to approach a peak, all the while bouncing off of, smashing through, and blurring the boundaries. (it is, of course, or seems to be, all of these things, simultaneously complimentary and conflicting - way it is, I guess)

I think I need some boisterous amusement.

TRANSCRIPT:

Here is Isabella perusing a volume.  She loved to peruse, while her imbecile companions waste their time in boisterous amusements.  She will grow up a wise woman if she does not die of cerebrospinal meningitis.