The human brain is an organ whose cellular concert projects the mind. The mind, once created, finds it has no material substance of its own and consoles itself by furiously organizing events reported to it by the brain. It sounds like this:
Brain: Hey, get a load of this, this, this and...
Mind: Gaaaah!!! Slow down! I only have two...Crap! I'm a figmental focal point; I don't have any hands!
Brain: Whatever.
But it doesn't stop there. Brain throws stuff at Mind all day and Mind does its best to put it away but usually gives up early and just waits for Brain to give it a rest . Sleep is when two loosely connected regions of the brain, the conscious and the subconscious, communicate with each other. According to the early nineteenth century scholars who described this process and educator, Eliphalet Oram Lyte (1842 - 1913) who set their scientific abstract to modern music, it sounds like this:
"Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream."
Central idea is, conscious and subconscious are two mental states sung in the round. Mind simply cranks the brain a bit and it becomes an engine that churns events and releases them out an exhaust pipe. In this gaseous form, Mind finds them manageable. It is called dreaming. I've found dreaming a nebulous enigma. No one of my generation can rule out waking up in Golden Gate Park back in 1967 exclaiming, "Oh wow!" It happens.
But when it doesn't happen it means the past 45 years are real and we must give consideration to all dreams. One dream, which coincided with the new hat, was predicated on the idea of the American Civil War involved a big tree in our back yard here in California. I got into my toybox and found properties to commemorate this event. Sometimes the events most worthy of celebration are dreams that did not come true.
I wish I had a brain to keep under MY hat.....Lately my hat contains nothing more than Texas dust and acute vapidity.
ReplyDeleteNice photos, Geo.
Jon, thanks. Brain? And my recent heart problems...We could be one of L.Frank Baum's dreams!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, thanks for reminding us all again that 'Life is but a dream/La vida es sueƱo' and in such a delightful way. I'm glad you didm't keep that under your hat!
ReplyDeleteIt's a classy hat covering a classy brain.
ReplyDeleteHow lucky you are to have them, the brain and the hat. I lost both of mine in the 60's.
ReplyDeleteWillie-- Thanks. The dream is under all hats, but I check for webs anyway if it's been hung up a while.
ReplyDeleteDelores-- Do I look classy in it, really? I better thank my boy again. He picked me out a classy one!
Starting Over,..--- Yes, I remember gatherings that ended up in happy piles. Never knew whose brain I came away with.
Hmmmm, so dreams are just a gaseous exhaust of the mind, huh? Gives a whole new meaning to brain fart. Another fun post, dude. And yes, that hat is pretty darned classy-looking. A suitable container for such a classy brain. (See? The '60s didn't cause irreparable harm.)
ReplyDeleteGreat hat! Has anyone told you you could be Fr. Guido Sarducci in that hat? Wait, was that deja vu? Or from a dream??? 1967, here I come!
ReplyDeleteI've often wondered if the size of a person's hat directly correlates with their level of intelligence. I really need to get a hat.
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