What Is It Part Ii
What Is It, Part II
The mind is a cloud of neurons
Packed snug within the deep grooves of the skull
Tiny worlds reaching out to all their neighbors
As well as across great gulfs of the brain
Communicating ceaselessly via little bolts of lightning
Adding up to a sum far exceeding the whole;
The miracle of consciousness reborn every millisecond
Inside the storm.
It knows what it is,
Has named itself,
Taken note there are other like storms roaming about.
Has contacted them and joined with them
To build knowledge, history, civilizations
And searches for more, evermore like itself
To join it to find meaning in the fearful Vastness
It knows itself to be suspended in.
All this it does
While managing its complicated, frail body
That carries it about.
And it knows that that body dies.
Beyond which, it knows not.
But it speculates.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2023
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