blue...you are quite the philosopher.
Are you studying or does it just come naturally to you. 
It's both, really. I know a lot of things but my mind is ... atomic ... often I just say I can speak the language of the universe/existence/gods/whatever. In some impossible twist, I can think about stuff without language-- which, if you know anything about what language actually does, makes no sense.
The result is I make decisions based on things I'm fully aware of but can't explain or put into words: I "just know" things, but I can't SAY what I know. I struggle to explain stuff, or understand things. This in part makes me an internalized philosopher, like Morihei Ueshiba or Buddha. I sit around and profess some divinely bestowed "understanding" of things.
This in turn leads me to an unhealthy hunger for information. This is possible to do beyond the constraints of your health; I've learned to compensate. At a point I was learning multiple languages at once: I've retained the codepages and minimal vocabulary, and can order my food in German at the market. The "Headache" people claim to get is a combination of a sensation of pressure inside the skull (not going out or in, just THERE) and the dire confusion that makes it impossible to relate to reality in any sense except what you've most recently burned your brain out with if you put that much crap in at once. My frequent relation of reality to Go is more of a philosophical one, and deliberate; but there have been times when I made connections that don't ACTUALLY make sense, they're just craziness.
I've been getting better at this.
To the point, I now target useful knowledge. My disdain for most common aesthetics here (i.e. room decorations, gaudy frilly crap curtains and bed sheets, "Designer" anything with leopard print etc) also included a distaste for the painfully bland. This I could not explain until I read a book called Shibumi, which I read because (imagine that) it had a picture of Go on the cover; the concept of Shibumi and Shibui actually matched what I had developed internally as an understanding of beauty. The book itself contains... a lot of philosophy I was able to assimilate pretty well from the story. I've also read some stuff about Aikido and its founder, Morihei Ueshiba; a lot of this is telling me things I already knew, but didn't know how to express. Sometimes I stumble across something that I feel is correct, but hadn't thought of myself before.
So yeah. I have huge communications issues and I'm crazy. Go figure. Anyone worth listening to is probably patently insane, though.
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