I wonder…
Does the calm and clarity that some people associate with smoking, actually come from the mild asphyxiation?
Some sort of vestigial, primal survival mechanism? Wherein your body is like “woah, we’re not getting enough air, so let’s prioritize. Okay brain, what do we need to get done, because we’re operating on a clock here.”
Except instead of that energy being focused on: getting away from the brush fire; or out from under the wooly mammoth — we use it to refine powerpoint presentations?
Just a thought 😉