A bit too cerebral

Considering what it means to be a cyborg can become a bit too cerebral. I know this because spending four or five days immersed in contemplation over writing a cyborg rhetoric bent my brain. It also probably made some of my friends scratch their heads wondering why I had difficulty holding on a simple conversation. Spending the next four days writing a first draft of a cyborg rhetoric broke my brain… but, whenever I break my brain, I seem to have a realization of one kind or another. What I realized this afternoon, after walking away from my computer, was just how good it felt to have a bunch of wood rounds to split. And how much better it felt to actually split them. And while I was splitting wood, I had another realization. If we ever do become “quintessence,” or the pure embodiment of consciousness, there’s a lot of physical activities I’m going to miss way more than splitting wood.