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As I said there reading journal after journal for my SSC on neurodegenaration, I was just left staring at the Wikipedia page. Just staring at the GIF of a Para-sagittal MRI of the head in a patient with benign familial macrocephaly.
It wasn't really the disease I was looking at, but the moving image of the inhabitants inside my skull, behind the two sockets I am seeing this very post with, snugly tucked away.
Why? Perhaps it was the fact that I was listening to Brian Crain's "At the Ivy Gate" took me that deeply philosophical place that classical music so often does. But it was just staring this admittedly ugly ball of cells while admiring its beauty. Embedded in those grooves were thousands of memories that that person had accumulated, and in most people, the power to control the rest of the shell that is the human body.
A shell?
Yes. A shell.
As Edison once said "The chief function of the body is to carry the brain around." Incredible, outrageous yet absolutely true. Who named the brain? Of course it named itself. Everything you do is controlled by the thoughts of your brain. All your emotions and actions.
So as I sit here listening to my Ludovico Einaudi playlist on Pandora, and the little hairs in my ear vibrate and send an impulse to my brain, who forces me to enjoy a collection of difference frequency waves - to be submerged in it's beauty.
Not a very medically scientific from medical student but it was something that I had to do because of the orders from up above, from the grand master, no, not god - you know who.
