“I do not want a good General, I want a lucky one”
It’s all the same thing. The Metamind is the conscience and the subconscious. That final puzzle piece the civilization gene just snapped it all into place. What exactly the civilization gene did is still unclear, but it’s likely some sort of nerotransmiter. Their are loads in case you didn’t know. Some mutation at civilizations dawn, forced us to feel when we remember. Knocking us out of our psychopathic socks and into another man’s shoes. Feeling our memories instead of simply referencing them. It makes us crazy, it makes us erratic, but most importantly it almost seems to make us psychic.
Do not be discouraged by the brutal thuggish ways of the ‘rational’ human. They are not where our secret lies. Trust, not a stupid forced one, like one might have from lower intelligence, but instead informed and committed, is. Not just in our own actions but in the actions of others. Others that we know, that we have connected with, that regardless of their tact or temper, authentically cares. Just like us they can’t help it.
Our broad conversations without saying a word, our flashes of insight, our shifting language, and our common understanding are all not some lucky accident. Instead it is our metamind’s peeking out through our conscious minds, speaking through our hopes and dreams. Twisting our guts in the face of risks.
Each of our consciences provides an intelligent and highly informed second opinion of how situations we have never faced can effect us. Now and much later. Not just next month or next year but how it could effect your great grandchildren. This is why we fixate on psychopaths. They, with their unlikely compliance with the social contract, they threaten the integrity of our emotional information. Repeated deliberate lies don’t just soil your emotional data, but the life saving data of the generations to come.
Of course risks like these can only be expressed and understood in means and averages. Long term consequences to our health and our planet terrify us even if we disagree on what they are. Not the psychopaths. They live to play today and fade tomorrow. The average psychopaths ring the bells in our mind like the story of the grasshopper and the ant. But the exceptional ones, can they spin a tail. Without remorse they work through broadcast to silence our warning bells.
I doubt few would accept such practice as ‘fair game’ if they realized that liberty bell they smashed into a thousand pieces survived hundreds of years prior. Passed on from generation to generation, parent to child, until 50 years of propaganda pounded it to bits.
That famous Darwin misquote applies. “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.” Our metamind gave us a huge local advantage. We could get a wiff of violets and smell trouble, or look at the clouds in the sky and suddenly know what to buy at the market, based on an experience our great grandfather had. All combined with the powers of the rational mind to work backward from the right conclusion.
Now, some of us have had our powers stripped from us. Completely reprocessed by the clever music placement and linguistic back flips of our televised entertainment. Your hard won generational emotional metadata smashed to bits.
Some of us have faired much better. We learned to know ourselves in the face of the blaring noise of ‘public opinion’ on the idiot box. With the help of fellows like Jim Henson we trained ourselves to tune it out. Silence the manufactured queues. Even decoding the interference at a rational level. Seeing it for what it is. Not quite a plan, but certainly an agenda. An agenda to make the world more suitable for the psychopaths trapped in short term thinking. We’ve adapted to the change. Now we are embedding our emotional data in our lessons to our children and grandchildren.
The only question left is were we on to you, all along? Was this passed down from our parents experiences with elixir salesmen and Ponzi schemes? Do we even know? Even if I did, I’ll never tell.