I took a long walk just now to clear my head after a long day of screentime. Usually this is a great way to provoke whatever is feeling the most salient to find it’s way to the top of my consciousness. Today I came back with only a single idea in mind: I should change my primary goal to growing the most glorious mustache reasonably attainable, using all of my efforts and resources. This is clearly a sign that my parietal has grown strong enough to stage a coup d’etat. Crazy anthropology theory: maybe melonheads were just neanderthals who got tired of losing.
Unrelated, but comparable in excellence: https://therightstuff.biz/2020/05/24/ftn-israeli-panopticon-deep-dive/