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

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.

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.”

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?

Borrowing from chronos (clock time) and kairos (divine timing), we define chirotic time as the

psychospiritual portal that opens in moments of ecstatic synchrony. These states—triggered by

cannabis, surfing, music, or poetic awareness—shatter temporal regularity and replace it with

lived mythos. You are no longer “in” time. You are in the moment as a... See more

Clinical psychologist Dr. Cardona notes:

“The stoke state is an ecstatic dissolution of boundary. It is a temporary loss of the

default mode network, replaced by a bottom-up flood of sensory data—wave, wind,

sun, salt—mapped directly onto the somatic field. What we call ‘stoke’ may in fact be

an embodied satori.”

And literature professor Elias Wolfe adds:

“The stoked surfer is the contemporary dervish. He spins, but not in circles—he spins

along the curving spine of Poseidon’s dream. He is subject to no metric but that of the

wave’s breath. It is a kind of literature of the body, a grammar of liquid grace.”

"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.!":

Surfing, especially in ecstatic resonance with cannabis, bypasses the heroic linear

and enters the mythic vertical—a spiral of continuous becoming.