Sparking with Eccentricity
I have this pink blancmange
Full of electricity
That houses the thoughts
That are the essence of me;
Convoluting tubes
Sparking with eccentricity;
Grooves and ridges
Retaining my imaginative
Elasticity.
I spark!
I light up!
And I fly!
That gelatinous
Jelly
Throbs
With the warmth
That is I.
Opher 1.1.2016
Sparking with Eccentricity
I sit and wonder where the thoughts come from, where the words appear. There is a process happening inside my brain but the manner of it is not clear.
Under my skull there is a large pink gelatinous mass that is my brain. It flows with blood and electricity – a jelly of cells with intricate neuronal networks of trillions. It throbs. I like to imagine it glowing even though I know it does not.
Within this jelly my thoughts and dreams are formed. My awareness of myself is constructed and my consciousness created.
When I stop to think about the physical and biochemical processes involved I am astounded. It is magical. To think that chemistry is the basis of my personality.
When I stood in front of others to speak I was so in awe of the process that I was never confident that the right words would ever form. I could imagine myself standing there with an empty head.
As I get older the words often play hide and seek with me. But I eventually track them down.
The wonder of consciousness is one of life’s great mysteries. But it does not make me believe in even more esoteric beliefs. Life is amazing. But I believe we will understand it in time to come. Science adores a mystery.
The incredible spectacle of the universe, life and consciousness are part of the phenomenon that gives life purpose and fills me with ecstasy. That’s enough.