He cast
Know Yourself
spell

Then he laughs while the entire audience
writhes on the convention- carpet floor
in an agony of horror and revulsion.

Ha ha!
You didn’t expect
You’d be that nasty
On the inside
Did you?!!

Gessafelstein!
Ghorram.
Grüdnîkerd.

Although I didn’t fully understand it at the time, the reason I was so clumsy at the hookup scene, is because I was always thinking more long-term. As it turned out, I was much more comfortable in relationships, of doing fun stuff like reverse dates: have sex with my partner, then go out to dinner and/or drinks with her.

Then we realized a funny thing: when we are both relaxed, we notice nearly everyone else around us was tense about the same thing, hunting and preening, and there we were, smiling knowingly at each other, having just fucked each other’s brains out, enjoying a drink with zero stress in the mind and body.

People on the hookup scene have it the wrong way around.
If they only knew the pleasure of going out having already done the deed. Daily intimacy has this and many other perks.

The yellow “low tire pressure” light.

The man could take a pond full of lilies
and turn them into a monumental work
commemorating the end of World War I
and he was legally blind while doing so.

Picture taken by his friend Alexander “Sasha” Shulgin.

True, I am aware that OMNI was an entertainment magazine, I just wanted to drift towards a general science direction aiming at the “blackjack and hookers” punchline, and “bars” was the nearest I could stick the landing.

Remember that 80s magazine OMNI?
Science, tech, sci-fi, Mensa-caliber games… by the very same Bob Guccione who published Penthouse!

Every issue had an in-depth interview with a prominent and interesting scientist, figures like Alan Guth or Luc Montagnier or Morris Berman.
One issue was a little more off-beat, the interview was with an anthropologist, whose student life and career went like this:

Attending the University Of Montana in Missoula, this student loved drinking every day, so he asked the question - “What’s a relatively easy major with little math, that will interfere the least with my drinking?” - and landed on Anthropology.

After graduation, the next question became - “What will I do my thesis about?” - a friend gave him the vague advice to do it on something he knew or was passionate about, and like a “eureka” moment, it hit him: “I’m gonna research drinking culture, bars!”

And so, he became one of the rarefied few for whom drinking on the job was basically a requirement!

The world has always been filled with stunted people with zero empathy, stinking up the entire place, at every level.

Alas, his kind is a dime-a-dozen. He surely had to claw his way atop of many others in the hierarchy, including other petty tyrants, to get to VP, and that kind of rat race only solidifies the lack of basic human decency.

“I am a Master Of The Universe, baby!” - to paraphrase Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire Of The Vanities… about a Wall St. asshole’s downfall.

Whoa!

I am maga from Texas, I say we secede from librul states, we have all we need, like warm-water port for naval and industry.

Considering your specific example with an apple, what about other senses, what happens if you try and recall texture, smell and taste?

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Monke brane and senses, well adapted to survive in the savannas of Africa, encounters math and gets baffled.

EDIT: Visualize the apes at the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey, scared but touching the monolith. Now imagine that the monolith is the square root of minus one.

More people than you can shake millions of sticks at, are stunted and stupid and angry beyond what we could imagine was possible.

“I’ve never seen anyone sad in a Ferrari. In fact, I’ve never seen anyone in a Ferrari, I’ve only seen the Ferrari as I pass by the dealership showroom.”

Lamborghinis, on the other hand… I once saw a farmer driving his Lambo tractor truck! And while I didn’t get a good look at his face, it was still awesome.

Tiger.
Champ.

Or go British!
Guv’nor or just plain Guv.

Boy oh boy, do I feel enlightened AND refreshed, by that video summary.

Have you heard of the truly ancient - Stone Age, in fact - ruins of what is now called Gobekli Tepe (Potbelly Hill) in Anatolia, Turkey, near the Taurus Mountains, between rivers that converge further downstream to create the Euphrates River.

These long-gone people, hunter/gatherers and slightly later hunter/harvesters (a primitive phase of agriculture), now called Tash Tepeler (in modern Turkic), build stone urban centers on a large scale, were completely unknown before 1992, and let me put it this way, how long ago they were:
Ancient Sumeria, cradle of civilization, where writing was invented, is closer to us than it is to the time when Gobekli Tele was thriving.

Gobekli Tepe is near halfway between the Lascaux and Chauvet cave paintings and us.

I say we nuke the place from orbit.
It’s the only way to be sure.