chemical_emotions Revulsed In the coming years, are we going to apologize endlessly for our emotions, writing everything real to us off as mere chemistry? "Oh, I'm sorry. I can't help but like you. It's not because of the great friend you've been, but merely a result of the chemical reactions you trigger within me. Philosophically, I can take no more of your inanity. But confound it! Norepinephrine's grasp prohibits my termination of this relationship; indeed, it seems to be strengthening things between us! Oh! How I love you!" "Yeah, I've been writing this book. I'm sure hoping when I'm done that I experience regular serotonin releases, because that's what I'm doing this for. Those fools from yesteryear, thinking they had a life purpose! Really, they were just chasing chemical highs of a neurological sort, no?" "Oooh, look, a comet! Wow! Staring at them thar stars sure does set those axons a-firin', don't it? Why, I hardly care about those darn distant suns. Couldn't give a shuck about 'em. But here I am, starin' and starin', all cuz those gosh darn axons jist'a keep on firin'. Cripes! I ain't even WANTin' to wonder 'bout the universe! Darn those axons!" Shoot me now, please. 060928 what's it to you? who go blather from