Homegrown Humans

We must train our technologists in poetry.

We must give our physicists surfboards.

We must send our bureaucrats into the waves.

We must create rituals of awe, not just rules of order.

Everybody must get stoned.

Not in passive withdrawal, but in active re-enchantment. Not in apathy, but in aesthetic fury. We

must remember what we are

What if we built our societies not around control, but around

flow? What if our institutions reflected not the mechanistic, but the oceanic? What if education

stoked curiosity like a wave? What if cities pulsed like jazz?

Dr. Cardona elaborates:

“We have built a civilization that distrusts spontaneous well-being. In its place, we offer

conditional worth: achievement through effort, pleasure through purchase,

enlightenment through productivity. The ecstatic is unearned, and thus feared.”

The result is a neurocultural paradox: a society addicted to stimulation, but allerg... See more

That it is not a distortion of life, but a deeper fidelity to it.

That it is not a pathology, but a prototype.

The human being, in full bloom, is surfing.

Is stoned.

Is singing with the wave.

the stoned/stoked consciousness is not escapist, but revelatory.

Dr. River Blaine puts it bluntly:

“Modernity declared war on ecstasis. It replaced waves with algorithms, breath with

metrics, awe with optimization. But the body remembers. The psyche remembers. The

ocean waits.”

Dr. Cardona writes:

“We live under the dominion of what I call Cognitive Calvinism: the belief that pleasure

must be earned through suffering, that joy is suspicious, and that altered perception is a

moral threat. The stoked/stoned state is not pathological—it is revolutionary.”

Our culture fears neural exuberance. It fears the individual who sees too vividly, feels too

deeply, moves too freely.

We might say the stoned/stoked consciousness isn’t heroic at all—it is bardic, erotic,

ritualistic. The participant doesn’t conquer the world. He dances with it. She merges

into it. They re-member what industrial modernity trained them to forget: that reality is

not a machine, but a lover. Not a grid, but a wave.