Narrative theorist Prof. Elias Wolfe writes:

“To be stoked is to be written by the moment. The wave is not a scene in your story; it

is the author. And you, briefly, beautifully, become the ink.”

The wave functions as an archetypal character: part trickster, part god, part lover. Its

unpredictability demands reverence over control, aesthetic surrender... See more

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

deeply, moves too freely.

To witness a surfer in full flow—limbs language-ing with the sea, body arced in perfect

surrender to wave-form—is to witness what Merleau-Ponty called the intertwining of flesh andworld. The surfer is not riding the wave as a subject upon an object; the surfer is the wave—a

choreography of mutual becoming.

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.”

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.

To be stoned and stoked is thus to descend into sensual literacy. One begins to read

the world again, not as text, but as texture—fluid, vibrating, mysterious.

To be stoked is not

simply to be excited. It is to be lit up by the world. It is a state of affective enthrallment, a

sensuous cascade of perceptual immediacy—a full-bodied yes to the present tense.

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.

"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. Not cogs. Not apps. Not accounts.

But wave-born animals.

Fevered dancers.

Singing neurons.

Beings of stoke.

Let the future be built not just by reason, but by rapture.!":