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Brain Farts
Brain farts are a special sort of thought which can only occur upon learning something new. You can’t tell em when you smell em. Common garden style variety brain farts can be innocuous as learning hot from cold. The really good brain farts come just before or after a thing occurs for which no words or thought exist.
Innocuous Brain Softening
Chaos knows that every learned thing accepted without question flows through the grey stuff uninterrupted from birth, perhaps conception or before conception up unto this moment. Every iota of thought filters through the mesh of genetics and environment to ensure the chaos necessary to allow the self to find balance between the shadow and the sunny to create the whole.
Accept Without Question
Generally it’s called learning, generalized, innocuous brain softening lessons of survival. Chaos knows most things accepted without question which meet question with resolution allow us to handle survival stuff like who Mom and Dad are, if you need to worry about older sisters or brothers, pillows are soft, electric sockets aren’t and how to avoid funny uncles.
Brain farts, Chaos explains, occur when things accepted without question meet the dreaded rupture of reason. When questions of reason meet without resolution or compromises Chaos awaits the instant of paradigm shift strike, spark of thought which occurs when electrical synapses short and Brain fart occurs.
Brain Farts
Chaos exists for these moments of impasse when our balance teeters precipitously under the chaos of indecision and bewilderment. Outcome depends upon the intensity to which Control attaches to the thing and where it falls in the hierarchy of intellectual or emotional order.
Issues are of no importance to Chaos. Chaos is the goal always and ever ready. Any direct strike to the ingrained unquestioned thing may result in catastrophic failure to the emotional or intellectual sunny side at any time. The thought satisfies Chaos no end in a depraved creepy sarcastic sort of glee to envision the chaos as Control struggles to regain peace, love and order, blessed order.
These are things that Chaos knows are absolutes with no room for doubt. Control occasionally rebels to hurl facts and other insults towards Chaos until intervention is necessary and we must form a truce. These are among the numerous collections of which we frequently disagree.
And, by the way…
The Myth of the 25-Year-Old Brain
