The Spiritual-But-Not-Religious Horsemen of the Apocalypse

I was sitting in a small office room the day before the event, getting a baseline brainwave measure. “They called me ‘big head’ when I was a kid,” I explained as the neuroscientist tried to jam the too-small cap over my skull. “I can see why,” she said. “Must be a big brain in there.” “Mostly hot air,” I said. She laughed. Her kindness put me at ease. Then she pulled out a giant, dull syringe and used it to squirt gel to stick the two dozen metal nodes to my head, soaking through my hair. The nodes need to make electrical contact with my skin to measure the brainwaves going on just behind my skull. The process took over half an hour. Like during a good haircut, I nodded off. <a href="https://foremanjamestaylor.medium.com/the-spiritual-but-not-religious-horsemen-of-the-apocalypse-359aaecd902e">Read More</a>