pseydtonne | I need an apprentice

I'm still not ready to talk about Arisia. I have one major knot to untie.

My brain has been very human recently. It has developed urges that it really shouldn't. It got horny. It started thinking all sorts of stuff. This is January, not a particularly randy month. "Ooh, that parka makes me moist."

I cannot tell whether that lust is a sane thing. I do recall what someone said this morning: "Emotions are self-justifying, so we shouldn't give into them." The context is important -- the speaker was warning about the blood-lust we've confused for justice in the national desire to lynch Saddam Hussein by his eyelids. We have to be moral and respect a process of justice because it is a test of our ability to keep sane as a civilization. We have to gather evidence, present a case, and accept a verdict. That way, we sustain more than the veneer of morality.

Since lust is chemical, it is not purely irrational. However, letting it run one's life is tantamount to failing to be civilized. I must channel my energy constructively. I suppose that's sublimation, but it's better than making vicious mistakes.

I want to teach again. I want to get these theories out, verbally. I want someone to listen and help me tear these theories apart or prove them, preferably both. I want a student. I want to take my concepts of technology, cultural evolution and psychohistory and turn them into something solid.

To this end, I seek a volunteer. Most of you would pshaw this job (or say "did that for ya already, Dante. Now that I'm not stoned, I have other stuff to do." I dig that. However, you may know someone that wants this job. Lemme know.

-socratic method, Ps/d