No I have not heard of this in particular, but I am aware of "brainy drugs" used by the more ambitious and competitive students.
Today I am going to motivate myself to make bread with a bread machine donated to Maman from her brother, my uncle. It is time to make bread in the midst of the calm storm brewing in my brain. Computers churning, so many things going on simultaneously. Machines, machines, machines, electricity, ovens ... It's total science fiction Bizarroland, Brother Holden. Part of my brain knows what it is doing, and another part of my brain is just observing it all, in awe and dumbfounded.
Holy Horseshit, Holden, there are 0 guests and just you and I logged in. This is the reality of our isolation; and yet we are still scratching at the surfaces of such deep subject matter. I appreciate Raul's presence as well, for he helps to keep us somewhat grounded, always reminding us to take a nap. That is a powerful technique, to know when the conscious mind has reached its limits, and to just collapse and process on subconscious levels.