Nostalgia - the mind killer

So for some reason another stupid monologue popped in my head on bullshit and not dealing with people who believe in it.

Which got me to thinking about how information should be handled, and then to some sort of defense about games & rpg's & fantasy & literature..

to think of a western or maybe fantasy setting for DS9...

Quart is a local goblin bar owner (though he is famously known for his illegal activities). His brother along with his brother's son help out at the bar.

See now... even has I try to dig for a bit more on this I keep recalling the show and it's moments and for some reason they are attached to a time that I miss or something.

See I don't know.... is the painful longing for something indescribable.. why is it like this..  I guess what I'm saying is I know some people have this worse off than I do.. and never get out of their past.

I know I chase after moments or have at least been known to.

Weird thoughts came in my head today... ghost in the machine sorta things...

the whole idea that there's a carbon based meat bag being driving by a result of electrical impulses via synapses inside me noggin. I'm looking through a optical cortex that has severely degraded over time along with the rest of this craptastical dilapidated system of chemical biomarkers the are pre-generated to release during ones life cycle in varying degrees that more or less drive you towards your day to day activities.  Only to be subject to the whims of whether or not one is truly in control of what they do. The inherent genetic traits that have been passed down from generation to generation, let alone the microbial drivers that reside in our gut. We are so much still in our infancy to learn about why people do what they do. We have a broad picture that is fairly well filled in, know we are learning more details and continue to revise the model of what is known.