"Tech" and "Meth"

There is "Tech" for the external world, where there are hundreds of millions, at last count, working daily on something or other, perhaps they just call it, "The Technology:" to "heal the planet", or to "save humanity" (but always, to "get $rich$ by trying".) However they justify their worker-bee mentality, their in-the-box work-ethic, they're usually just "working for da man" for a fat, and getting fatter paycheck. ("Hey, someone's gotta pay for this shit, I certainly can't afford it!")

There is also "Meth" for the internal world, where there might be a few hundreds, if that, working daily, hourly, if not minute-by-minute, refining and adjusting "Their Method:" to "extract", "accumulate", "integrate", "orchestrate", and "symphonize" a New Mysticism - becoming a "Mythical Being". This can't happen (never happens) by accident, because all that happens by accident, is becoming excessively, if not permanently distracted - daily, hourly, if not minute-by-minute - by the "so-called" concerns of the planet, the species or whatever, and forgetting all about "one's Self".

All one's "higher-order" attention and interest must be single-mindedly directed at accumulating essential hormones and neuropeptides from the ever-transiting blood - zzzip-zzzip-zzzip - that fuels all "basic-order" neural functions below the natural fire-line that keeps the body and brain alive, and the "higher-order" neural functions that can peek above the snow-line and nurture the burgeoning "baby", wherein all these catalyzing molecules of internal transformation achieve lift-off.

"Numb-nuts", "Rug-rats" and other assorted imaginary "Pseudo-entities" - having never "taken wing", and don't even imagine it is possible - can not appreciate that which has never been personally discovered. That would be like suddenly acquiring an overwhelming craving for a rare fruit that only grows on one island in the middle of the Pacific nobody has ever even charted let alone visited.