Today I realized the truth about the human brain. I realized how terrifyingly fragile it is. We're all broken up there, every single one of us. We all have pathways that don't connect, pieces that don't fit. We all see things that we're sure don't exist, know things we couldn't possibly know. The brain is an immensely intricate house of cards, just waiting to tumble in the slightest breeze. The brain is astounding in its fragility, that's the truth, but it's not the truth.
The real truth is this: the fact that we can all walk around with such intricately broken brains and still function, still put ourselves back together and face every day, the fact that our cranial house of cards can flutter and fall and build itself again, build itself better, stronger, stranger and more wondrous every time...well, that's the surest testament to the existence of the divine that I've ever seen.
The real truth is this: the fact that we can all walk around with such intricately broken brains and still function, still put ourselves back together and face every day, the fact that our cranial house of cards can flutter and fall and build itself again, build itself better, stronger, stranger and more wondrous every time...well, that's the surest testament to the existence of the divine that I've ever seen.
Sincerely,
PinkAddiction
I very much like this idea of yours re our broken brains.