I could while away the hours1
Conferrin’ with the flowers,2
Consulting with the rain;3
And my head I’d be a scratchin’4
While my thoughts are busy hatchin’5
If I only had a brain.6
I’d unravel ev’ry riddle7
for any individdle8
In trouble or in pain9
With the thoughts that you’ll be thinkin’
You could be another Lincoln10
If you only had a brain.11
Oh, I, could tell you why
The oceans near the shore12
I could think of things I’d never
Thunk before,13
And then I’d sit and think some more.14
I would not be just a nothin’,15
My head all full of stuffin’,
My heart all full of pain;16
And perhaps I’d deserve you and be
Even worthy even you17
If I only had a brain.18
The capacity to deal with boredom and or deep focus is a big problem in our society – try to get bored. Just try…
The communication abilities of plants are being rewritten, new research proves that the natural world converses in ways we are just beginning to understand; intelligence is everywhere.
The dialog we used to have with the elements has been mediated/supplanted by technology and interfaces – older cultures are much more attuned to the natural world, not because they’re less technologically advanced, but because it’s what we all used to be like, and we can easily get back there.
Overuse of technology has disembodied us from ourselves – we’re literally uploading our entire culture into a cloud, controlled by black boxes we feed with electricity, while our water supplies are diverted from mouths to model context protocol clusters.
Giving birth to life has been mentioned as a main driving force behind the male-energy in AI. Techbros want to give birth to something, anything – so they can capture the natural magic of womanhood and own it, finally and forever.
Worth noting that cognitive functioning goes down as AI use increases.
We mistake problem-solving smarts for wisdom all the time – having a brain doesn’t mean you can solve a riddle; intelligence is when you see the riddles in the reverberations of everything and you forage for understanding.
What good is a brain if you can’t use it to help another person, or come up with a great word like “individdle”
This theme is omni-present in this song and book. The trouble and pain everyone feels is a communal connection point, not singular issues we experience in isolation as a result of our brainless decisions.
Again, the theme of brains meaning care for the common welfare is stressed as well as status and significance, something we all clamor for but don’t reach in algorithmically mediated spaces
The scarecrow is now talking to himself from the outside, or is he talking to us?
Brains can happily sit with complicated questions, koans, paradoxes, chickens and eggs
Novelty and discovery are hallmarks of intelligence
Self-reflection isn’t navel gazing, it’s necessary
Body dysmorphia/rejection, denialism and nihilism, lack of definition and control, same for the following line – stuffed by whom?
More pain – because it’s the strongest feeling, the strongest reminder of proof of life
The rejection of the self – we are worthless without a brain
The greatest problem we face is the belief that there is an intelligence and a brain anywhere other than the brains and intelligences looking for proof of brains and intelligences – we had the brains the whole time.