I think it is fruitful to lichen (liken) the terrain of the human brain to that of soil, both of which perform orders of magnitude better when they are given the adequate amounts of organic supports. Whether that organic support be material in the sense of being quality food, rich perceptual interactions, or immaterial entities like enough sleep or enough time to think and grow ideas, missing any one of these will limit the fecundity of the brain. This last key input—enough time to think and grow ideas—is one that my fellow writers are probably acutely aware of, and when this condition of necessary expansive time is not available, it is a major limiting factor for what the brain can do.
A brain that wishes to have this solid bloc of time to develop subtle and expansive consciousness needs to have a space in which that time can be free to flow unimpeded. When rich, fungally inoculated soil is dug up all at once by machinery, the boon of energy resultant that can grow crops is short lived (a season); so too, when a brain is dug out and exposed bare via perceptual or chemical interruptions—the types that derail rather than dovetail—the energy released is angered and frustrated, masked as productive only in a societal system that glorifies destruction. The great webs of genius are irretrievably lost, or at best tunneled away deep from the ravages of a beached consciousness drowning in the unprotected shallows. The gray matter is rarely tilled by the earthly forms of an eagle crying, a breeze gusting, or even melatonin surging sleep forward; it is unearthed by interruptions of the modern making: phones and sirens ringing, solicitors selling, traffic clotting, schedules over-scheduling—soccer practices, piano lessons, and their intermediate steps of transportation. Colors recede, shades of gray fade, and our minds are left in the painful predicament of black and white thought.
Fertility Nipped in the Bud
Modern contrivances have our brains filled with weeds, surfacing as bare, half-baked soil, because the ecosystems that should have been preeminent to keep vital energy flowing have been frustrated so many times that their growth is rarely attempted anymore. The havoc is wrought at a much younger age these daze, where the minds of children haven’t even had much of a chance to feel around the wonderful spaces that are their brains before they is tilled, row cropped, allowing very little of the deep hyphae connections between the isolated plants to emerge. Shallow rooted weeds grow there predominantly, and if someone comes around and tries to inoculate their brain with deep ideas, most of the children are so repulsed that they utter (now) common notions like “thinking hurts”, or “thinking is hard”. Thinking is one of the most efficient systems for the human animal in terms of the fruit it bears versus the energy expenditure. A fertile imagination and deep integration of perceptions allows the human animal to have a very rewarding interaction with the larger ecosystem, something under siege for the last 50 years at least, but probably in a creeping sense over the last 5,000.