Brains Aren't Beautiful

It always happens like this. You get the best ideas to write down when you’re left without any materials, but once you get a notebook full of blank paper and a sharpened pencil, your mind goes . You have no idea what you want to pour out of your mind and onto a bunch of dead trees, so you sit frustrated as you ponder and ponder hopelessly waiting for something- anything, to come up in that noggin of yours.
I wonder what life would be like if we used 100% of our brains. I mean we only use what, 10%? Would we be able to read minds? Figure out the answer to life? Move things without touching them?
I think we wouldn’t even be humans anymore. Isn’t the beauty of life learning, and not knowing every answer? Being able to do and figure out everything isn’t living. It’s suicide. Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the mystery? If we had the capability then what would even be the point of being here? But there wouldn’t be any journeys, explorations, experiments, nothing. Man, there were a lot of rhetorical questions.
I read in this psychology book “A Road Less Traveled”, that people who ignore death and the whole mystery behind it don’t live their lives to the fullest potiential. He gave this example:
People working in an office. They don’t really do much most of the time if they have all the time to do it. But once you give them a deadline, they work like hell to get their stuff done. They try to fit in every little thing before that deadline. And that’s exactly what death is- a deadline.
What would our purpose even be if we were here forever? If life didn’t end there would be no such thing as rush, impulse, risks. They wouldn’t exist without that deadline. So technically, death is really what keeps us going; not life.