RE: Hyperlexia

From: Phil Osborn (philosborn2001@yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Aug 09 2003 - 16:34:18 MDT

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    A later development along these same lines came in
    college. I was studying some leaf in connection with
    biology or something and suddenly realized that when I
    looked at the leaf, I was only seeing the surface. It
    suddenly occurred to me to try to mentally internalize
    the leaf structure and function so that when I looked
    at it, my thoughts would be focused not on the visable
    image, but on the actual 4-Dimensional leaf. As I did
    so, I felt as though I were somehow sinking into the
    structure of the leaf, and losing something of my own
    separated identity as I visualized the complete
    perceptual/conceptual me/leaf system.

    For the next several weeks, I went around picking
    stuff up and staring at it, imagining that I could
    somehow see into its internal structure, hefting it
    around, feeling the textures, the smell, ect., it an
    effort to "grok" all kinds of things, not in any sense
    of imagining that I COULD actually miraculously see in
    the Xray range, but as a very pleasurable exercise in
    extending the integration of perceptual and cognitive,
    and, as experiencing myself extending beyond the
    discrete boundaries of skin, into the system of
    relationships that made "me" possible.

    I had never, BTW, used any kind of mind-altering drugs
    up to that point - except for caffiene, nicotine,
    alcohol. My later couple of years of extensive
    experimentation with mariuana and other psychodelics
    was largely aimed at refining that function and
    getting past all the mental screens and filters,
    reworking them into something more objective than the
    simple inherited memes of childhood. I could be
    wrong, but I am convinced that most people are still
    stuck on "surfaces."

    The extrema of this come in areas like interpersonal
    relationships, in which people learn how to "be" what
    other people want, developing a persona that fits
    either what some lover, parent, etc., wants to see, or
    following some extreme rule-based or
    rule+fashion-based program. Such people are so
    blocked in seeing what they are, in part because it
    never occurs to them that there IS any alternative,
    that they find real emotional interaction
    incomprehensible and/or terrifying. So they legislate
    away anything that challenges their myopic
    2-dimensional perspective. And, mostly they elect the
    people to power who are best at maintaining "face."

    (The Chinese, of course, base a whole culture on
    "face," i.e., lies, power, deception. Try telling
    truth to power in China. So, there is hope for our
    culture at least - altho, given the right inputs,
    China, with a much worse case of the problem, might
    actually be able to better isolate it and turn it
    around radically. I'm working on that one.)

    Realizing this, I began to program myself to take the
    opposite approach. For several years, whatever
    fashion or social norms demanded, I would try to
    eliminate from my behavior and mental focus. (I
    suspect that many people thought I was extremely weird
    during that phase.)

    I had been programmed by my neurotic religious
    fundamentalist parents to avoid "evil thoughts," and
    this extended of course to the sin of gazing at a
    woman with sexual desire. Once, when I must have been
    about 10, I was at Sunday School when this whole
    little clique of girls came giggling into the room,
    and, as on some pre-arranged signal, all grabbed the
    bottom edges of their dresses and pulled them up to
    their chins, like a Lolitan Can Can line. Underneath,
    they were all wearing shorts, for some athletic event
    later, but I didn't know that. I literally almost
    fainted in shock, the room spinning around me, my
    heart pounding, nausea, etc.

    So, I began the habit of reacting to any feeling that
    I needed to avert my eyes, to doing just the opposite,
    getting a lot of angry looks in the process from women
    as I studied their crotches or breasts - or faces.
    (Four billion years of evolution looks awfully damned
    good from here...)

    Philosophically, in parallel, I developed the habit of
    thinking the unthinkable. If some conclusion were
    wrong, then I should be able to identify WHY, not just
    slam down the mental shutters against considering it.
    Child-rape is bad? Well, let's just assume the
    negative, imagine exactly what that would be like,
    whatever kinky pleasures might be involved, and then
    ask, is it really bad or not? What contradictions
    emerge from that assumption? (I leave that exercise
    to the reader.) Suicide is scary. So, seriously
    consider suicide at least once a day.

    The result, after quite a few years of sometimes scary
    or miserable experiences, was that I developed what
    seems to be an extraordinary basic confidence in
    myself as a sentient being. I don't claim to be a
    genius - and what would any such relative present day
    measure matter when we develop our successors, anyway,
    comes the singularity? - but I can ultimately
    understand any particular thing that I need to, I'm
    reasonably convinced, altho not necesarilly as quickly
    as I need to. And I have NO need to refer to
    authority of ANY kind as an unquestioned source of
    truth.

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