Mind bending morphology

Sometimes I like to read books about psychological and social philosophy. Admittedly, I am a bad reader (and maybe bad thinker), and fail to understand the complex ideas that have to be very carefully negotiated and formed within my mind. I routinely fall into philosophical traps, and rarely get out unscathed. This makes my eyes twist in their sockets and tiny blood bubbles to rise to the surface of my brain matter. Ouch, I feel this pain in my core right now. I work through it though, on to the next page. Now some other people, like people who study philosophy professionally and or with others who study as amateurs (like The Situation from Jersey Shore), like to take a position of superiority, as if part of the job of studying philosophy is having your own philosophy (or illusion) that you are intellectually superior. This is the fuel of philosophy, and so it is a necessary evil. These people would have already thought of at least 20 belittling remarks to make regarding my first sentence alone. So be it. Hell, I even deserve it.

Travel beyond the stuffy, cold, and oppressively cruel world of academic philosophy for a moment, however, and you might stumble upon a few who at least seem a little more approachable. For example, Robert Anton Wilson. I've read some of his other paranoid conspiracy pieces and have enjoyed them mainly because they are better writte than others, and he seems to be more firmly grounded (maybe an oxymoron) than other conspiracy theorists. Plus mind control, cults, and secret power societies make my neck tingle. In a good way. So, needless to say I was more than willing to pick up a book that Wilson authored that wasn't what I was used to seeing from him. This book, Prometheus Rising, is based on a PhD dissertation that he did at some defunct California university. It's mainly written to support Timothy Leary's circuit model of consciousness, which I have no experience with outside of this book. Doesn't matter, this is not a fucking book report that Lavar Burton put some 8 year old kid up to do against his will. I need not go into details. But, essentially, the importance lies in the general message of the book: creep out of your robot-like shell and live like you're supposed to. Evolve. Don't fight it. No message seemed to be more perfect in light of the current political and social climate. Perhaps, however, I am an easily brainwashed robot falling into Wilson's philosophical web trap of belief. As I said earlier, I am prone to this. Whatever, in any case, it's not like I'm going to act on anything. We're very well-conditioned in here and our compliance is required by law. I'll get up tomorrow at the sound of the alarm at exactly 6:30, commute to work, work on stuff that has little meaning, fuck with peoples' minds, buy some shit at Target, and watch Glee. So will you.