I’ve had a voice babbling away in my head since I was four. Most of the time it says the stupidest stuff and then calls itself stupid for saying that stuff
There was this one time as a teenager I meditated so hard I somehow shut off my inner monologue and got to experience my thoughts directly, at least until I realized what I was seeing and got excited enough to disrupt the precarious meditative state that got me there. Never managed to replicate it since then.
I recall sitting still for a while at one point and momentarily loosing the ability to make out anything but a patchwork of colors from my vision. It’s fascinating, what the mind’s processing tells us about the world compared to the either low granularity or low field of view provided by each input. I’m pretty sure I was only able to process my peripheral vision during that experience, maybe due to the amount of detail?
I’ve had a voice babbling away in my head since I was four. Most of the time it says the stupidest stuff and then calls itself stupid for saying that stuff
There was this one time as a teenager I meditated so hard I somehow shut off my inner monologue and got to experience my thoughts directly, at least until I realized what I was seeing and got excited enough to disrupt the precarious meditative state that got me there. Never managed to replicate it since then.
I recall sitting still for a while at one point and momentarily loosing the ability to make out anything but a patchwork of colors from my vision. It’s fascinating, what the mind’s processing tells us about the world compared to the either low granularity or low field of view provided by each input. I’m pretty sure I was only able to process my peripheral vision during that experience, maybe due to the amount of detail?