When I’ve had a lot of coffee, I have more interesting thoughts than usual. New ideas and clever wordplay come easily to me. I don’t think it makes sense to say that coffee makes me smarter. . .More likely I always have some of those thoughts. . .but the relevant angel considers them too weird to be worth scooping out and bringing into the world. This is probably for the best; manic people report “racing thoughts”, a state where the angels build a giant conveyor belt . . . to consciousness and give you every single possible thought no matter how irrelevant. It doesn’t sound fun at all.
The model is one in which there are all sorts of thoughts bidding for your attention, and the thoughts that get through can vary depending on how your hormones are operating. I am reminded of my personal Minsky cycle. I sense that I am creative during the speculative phase, but on occasion I have been overwhelmed by “racing thoughts” as it shifted to the Ponzi phase.
Noticed exactly the same thing in myself. I am trying to manage it — when I run out of creative ideas every 3 weeks or so I allow myself a Monster energy drink in addition to morning coffee. I think it shortens the thought process and allows more ideas to slip past the skepticism filter. It clearly downgrades the quality of thought, but it’s like letting a new batch of raw materials into the factory floor — something to analyze with the sober mind in the days that follow.
It seems similar to the evolutionary process. Most mutations are detrimental, but if your species has a good filtering and selection mechanism to discard the bad ones evolution can accelerate with a mild mutations spike. I think there are many more similar frameworks in politics, business, etc.
I get speculative, then hold off to see what the market thinks.
Mencken got there a century ago and has a good essay on this, “The Divine Afflatus” (1917) which has one of his great quips. You absolutely should read the whole thing, or better yet, the Chrestomathy, or even better yet, all six series of Prejudices.
I always chuckle at that one.
When a man is blocked:
Here’s one that rings true for lots of people after long travel legs. I think it’s possible to infer when certain writers are on the road from sudden drops in output and quality.
He thought some people suffered from “mild toxemia” as a result of diseases that lead to genius and a manic “half-way station on the road to insanity”. Looking to the future of psychiatry: