A Bouncy Brain

Here I am, enjoying the win of a challenging debate with a group of intelligent entities with whom I charmingly and deliberately changed most of their positions and made them agree. I defended mine, as my point has become theirs now.

Here I am, standing calmly, watching them debate amongst themselves. I no longer must do anything; I have an army that can do the job, fight for me, and control the few who still disagree with us - a small group, but nonetheless present. It won't take long to change their stances, for they lack proper tools to fight with. They don't possess the logic, and they lack common sense.

They could indeed; I can see they have the potential for a better defense. Oh, how I yearn to help them win! I feel a strong urge to aid their success. Now, I see the weaknesses of my own team, those who are defending my viewpoints. I recognize the potential in those who are currently losing, but I cannot betray myself.

Yet, the others might be right; they just don't know how to be persuasive. I could help them! But now, what do I do?

Then, I address my people, "In all fairness, we need to understand what they're trying to say..." I subtly provide the weaker team with a hint or two on how to win the debate. If they're intelligent enough, they'll grasp the advice, take the lead, and balance the argument.

Could continue for quite some time.

This is exactly what happens when my brain gets excited about new ideas. The part of my brain that processes new information transforms into a seemingly unattended asylum, with an overly intensified group of cells leisurely seeking to derive a valuable life lesson - hopefully, a wise one.

Eventually, it settles down to resume its role as a functional brain.

Dana Obeid