If you wanna know why I’m fucked up and have a chronic existential depression, and why I seem to know so much :
it’s because all of time and space is a Rubik’s cube or a game of chess to me. I can’t stop until it all clicks. I then reset the game and start on a new level. And if I hit blind spots or deadends because history and politics is a game of bait and switch that intentionally throws you off track, I’m stuck until I figure it out. Or I’ll die trying. For every concept or idea, I have a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong chain of facts and hypothesis and train of thought that I’ve pieced together from all over. And it all starts with my right brain, from intuition. My left brain is my right brain’s bitch.