Imagine the following scenario: A pair of men walk into a police station. They have bruises all over, each has a black eye, and they are limping. They limp over to the front desk where a police officer is busy with paperwork.
Why are we obsessed with playing with our brains? Is it because we understand the least about our thought processes and that unknown threatens us? Does God live in the mind? If we puncture the blood-brain barrier, have we finally captured the magic behind the red velvet rope line?