Intellectual Intuition: Part 1

Once upon a time while I was luxuriating in my bubble bath an eldritch beast appeared. I always wanted to start a paper with "Once upon a time" so I decided this was my opportunity. Anyhow, I was luxuriating in my bubble bath with a scented candle, I found myself floating in the dark dimension summoned by one of the Hounds of Tindalos. This may sound strange,but I was getting used to these summons to the dark dimension. When the Great Old Ones want to reach you they don't text or call. Anyhow, this particular Hound was one I knew, his name was Rak. And he was always very gentle with me. I kind of like him, not that I had warm, fuzzy, bunny feelings for him, well maybe sometimes. I guess I am an eldritch animal lover, or better a lover of eldritch animals. The Hounds appear as bat-like creatures with dog faces. Of course, this is just an analogy that human minds make. The entities that dwell in the dark dimension are more like thoughts in a mind than physical beings. Anyhow, Rak had a message for me. That I the Cult of Tsathoggua was going to try to unleash a powerful destructive force into the world, and I was supposed to help stop it. I guess I have some explaining to do here. There are different factions in the dark dimension, and my god Yog Sothoth is opposed to Tsahoggua. Tsahoggua can best be described as a god of death. He wants to bring about a state of total entropy. So Yog Sothoth is a natural enemy, since Yog Sothoth concerns are for intensity and novelty. This is not to confuse Yog Sothoth with a benevolent god, he has no interest in good or evil. Rak told me on this mission I would be getting help, that I had moved up in the estimation of Yog Sothoth. As I said Rak was always very gentle with me, so it was not a bad experience, anyhow was getting bored ready for an adventure. After the message found myself back in the tub, but the water was cold. So I was not surprised after getting dressed that I found a text on my phone form Detective Steve Jenkins asking me to contact him. Which I did, and found myself quickly picked up by a police officer and transported to Steve's office at the station. Steve's difficulty was a geologist by the mane of Brian Stoll, who was found dead from an exotic poison. The main clue being he was clutching a leather notebook in to his chest. The notebook contained arcane symbols, and incantations to Tsahoggua. I was Steve's occult expert. He told me there were many drawings of a toad like humanoid in the notebook, which did not come as a surprise, considering my earlier meeting with Rak. So I told him that Brian Stoll was probably a member of the Cult of Tsathoggua. Steve explained his theory, hunch, whatever:"I have a hunch this notebook holds the key to this, there were books, and papers scattered around the room of the murdered man like he was looking for this particular notebook. That it is important. He died with this notebook clutched to his chest." So I asked to hold the notebook. Not that I have any psychometry, but just to see if I could pick up anything. In that I am totally blind it was a long shot. Anyhow, he gave me the notebook. As I ran my fingers over the surface of the book, I noticed a break in the cover. So I casually said: "This book has been rebound, and it seems a crude attempt." Like I said I did not think I was offering any new information,but the reaction was dramatic: "Let me see that" Steve said as he grabbed the notebook out of my hands. I was more amused than angry, I am writing a book about and with the title:"The Visual Bias in Thinking". It seems sighted people always have to verify any and all information by sight or they doubt it. Being totally blind I have learned to trust my other senses. His reaction also told me he had not caught the rebinding by looking at the book. In researching my book I learned that in World War 2 they sometimes used men that were color blind to spot camouflaged positions. That color can conceal as well as highlight. I have become a student of the sighted world, it is amazing how much my perspective as a blind person has revealed to mt about the extent, and limitations of sight. I know it sounds funny to say being blind has allowed me to see blind spots in sight. I guess the term "notice would be better, whatever. It just goes to show how deep the visual bias is in thinking and language; that visual metaphors are everywhere. I guess the old saying is true: "that you cannot see the forest from the trees", and vice versa. As a blind person I have sort of a third person or overview of the sighted world. But is that what philosophy is all about, trying to gain different perspectives on the world. I mean look at Nietzsche, and Wittgenstein both were pretty loony, but there looniness gave them a different way of looking at familiar things and ideas, that ultimately enriched human understanding. Oh, did I forget to mention I am a philosophy professor. Anyhow, I told Steve what I knew about the Cult of Tsathoggua. As I was finishing up, Jai came in. Jai Tower is I guess Steve's sometime partner, she also hold a great dislike for me. There was obviously some sort of tension between the two of them today. Steve told her in a sharp tone: Don't lie to me, Jai if you do not want to do something just tell me!" I knew without any psychic help that he wanted to add "If I want lies I have Gwen (me) for that". This seemed the perfect opportunity to test a new theory I was working on. The way I had gotten into philosophy was through my teenage obsession with Romantic poets. And the poet I loved the most was Novalis. Novalis had said somewhere: "that women want the intellectual sensualized, men want the sensual intellectualized." Even thought little thirteen year old Gwen Chu did not grasp the quote, I was totally in love with the quote. Novalis became my romantic ideal, you can probably imagine how much trouble this caused me with the real boys around me, but the topic of smart girl problems with boys and men is to big of a topic for me. My PhD thesis had been on F.H. Bradley's content-clarity thesis. That emotions possess content, while intellect give up content for clarity. The perfect example being math; it is all clarity with no content of its own. That is why math is good for almost everything. I am telling all this because the emotion-intellect distinction is a life's work with me. So I spoke up not to defend Jai, but to test out my new theory in female-male communication: "Women never really lie to you." I said. I heard a disgusted grunt from Steve, and then he replied: "I know I am going to regret this, but lets hear your theory" So I leaped into action, I was happy to have an opportunity to test my theory" "Well you have to understand that women communicate through emotion, we try to share our emotions with you, and emotions don't lie. This is why we sometimes say things that seem to counterdict what we are trying to communicate. If you only listen to the words, you are missing the message. Like only 10% of an iceberg is visible. Can we help it that most men are emotional paralytics. Most women broadcast their emotions loud and clear, is it our fault men are too numb to get the message." Of course the opposite is true women are always reading more into what men say, than they mean. I have found in practice to always assume men mean a lot less than they say. I learned later Jai was nodding her head in approval. Steve grumbled: "I knew this was a mistake, arguing with one of you is infuriating, both of you would be insane." He continued: "Since your two finally agree on something, why not let Jai take you home" Both of us agreed. It was only a short drive from the police station to my apartment. Jai navigated me to the car; she was getting better at navigating me around, she could be a disaster sometimes. We drove to my place in silence, I guess neither one of us wanted to break the fragile truce between us. She pulled up to a space in front of my place, and then it happened. I felt myself being pulled into the dark dimension, where Rak was waiting, but Jai was being pulled in also. It is like going down a roller-coaster drop but without the G force.i tried to make mental contact with to tell her I was not doing this, but there was no response from her. Rak and Jai seemed to be in communication with each other I was left out of the loop. I mentally heard her say: "I am in." Then Rak spoke to both of us. "Gwen here is part of the help you were promised, Jai you are now a servant of Yog Sothoth!" And then we were back in the car. I was shocked to say the least. I stammered out: "Why?" A quick sharp response came from Jai: "You are not the only one who is interested in occult knowledge and power!" Again I stammered and stuttered: "I did not know you were interested in occultism." Jai's voice which reminds me of the tome of a viola, said in an amused tome: "I wasn't till I investigated you" Things were defiantly going in an unexpected direction.