Back in the '70s and '80s I worked at many sites where mainframe ops used to clear tonnes of fanfold paper every day. This is why we had separate printer rooms: a bank of 6 or 8 barrel-printers belting out 132 columns of text at 1800 lines/minute created sacksful of dust. Most of that rubbish was never read in any depth - it was physically impossible to do so before it became out of date, so most of that paper went straight to the shredders, which often shared space with the printers that created the stuff in the first place. I used to have fantasies about lining up the shredders directly behind the printers to save everybody the trouble of distributing the printouts.
"They give birth astride a grave, the light gleams an instant, then its night once more." -- "Waiting for Godot" by Samuel Beckett
(The connection between office papers and the quote is not mine; I heard it as a paraphrase somewhere.)
"There you go again, blaming on your printers the faults of your business processes".
The temporal lobe is in control of 'meaning', it is the part of your brain that recognizes objects for their significance.
The idea is that they were seeing meaning and importance in everything down to individual blades of grass. One of his patients refused any support since he believed he was a prophet and that it was his link to god. (I since have read that many prophets historically have been epileptics such as Ezekiel and Mohamed).
Great poets and other artists have always seen radical importance (or sometimes radical unimportance) in everything "down to individual blades of grass". William Blake for one:
To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower, / Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, / And eternity in an hour.
As of next Tuesday, C will be flushed in favor of COBOL. Please update your programs.