The chemistry behind implants?

I was just listening to this song I like, in one of those repetitive moods where I listen to the same song obsessively. The song reminds me of sad times, but it doesn’t make me feel sad. But listening got me into a philosophical mood—which is better than a sad one, a more usual frame of mind when driving along that particular stretch of highway, the same route I used to take home from the nursing home where my dad died—I started thinking about love and the nature of love.

It seems to me that each relationship—romantic or otherwise—is entirely unique. What one feels for a given person can never be captured again with another—or even with that very person.

I’m not a drug user, but I know people who are. They say that the first high from a really addictive drug—heroin, meth, coke—is amazing and incredible and awesome. And it can never be duplicated, even if you waited 10 years before you tried that drug again.

I suspect it has to do with cell receptors getting used up or impeded in some permanent way every time you use the drug. (I’m no chemist.) Imagine a door with a thousand locks. You put in a thousand keys and open the door. But some of the keys stick, and you can’t take them out, so those locks break, and every time you open the door, less and less locks are available.

It made me wonder if there are love receptors. Are there broken keys stuck in people’s love receptors, making love feel old and stale, making love go away entirely? Do those stuck and broken keys impede us from feeling the rush of first love, of best friendship?

Some metaphysicians (myself included) talk about thought forms caught up in our auras. Some talk about implants. These implants or thought forms affect our behavior, influence our very lives. Are they simply keys stuck in our locks? Cell receptors so gunked up with hormones or whatever that they no longer accept input?

And if that’s what implants and thought forms really are—something chemical, something physical left behind in a cell—how can we really clear them?

(Written 04-22-08, 7 p.m., 12.19.15.4.16. 19 Pop 3 Cib)