Those with that irresistible hunger for something different to be going on in their head, feel, (without having a totally satisfying name for it), that a distinct part of their thinking is not doing the full job of which it is capable. They cannot initially be clear about what the fuller exercise of thoughts’ ability might be, but they sense, undeniably, that it is not doing something that, by gawd, it could be doing.
What such people, (what such brains), are actually after is a dramatic, yet secret shift in the normal, assembly-line-process-of-thought common to man, wherein the thoughts that life ships to him are pre-packaged, pre-neutered, thoroughly sanitized and rendered collectively acceptable. In Otto words, he has only civilized sanctioned thoughts. Oh, some may well be barbaric and horrific, but civilized thought recognizes the existence, (as distasteful as they may be) of such.
Take a look at mankind’s continuing most popular stories in whatever medium. While the Snake part of consciousness, (still usefully viable in the few), has no awareness of any such distinctions as civilized or not civilized, the Snake simply is. The Snake cannot tell you what it is, but the Snake is awake, (or, more precisely, as he would say, if he could speak), “Awake!” “What the hell is, ‘Awake’?!”
Reminder:
A man who will tell you that he is awake, is not. Yummier yet, those thoughts you have which present themselves as being “awake and enlightened,” and whom inform you of which other thoughts are not – are not either. Neat, huh?!… (Aren’t you glad that some things never change?)
In an area of his brain no longer active in ordinary men, an extraordinary man is privately: Gaiseric The Vandal clothed as The Duke of Windsor.
J.