Monday, December 14, 2015
Brain Files
I practice mindfulness meditation during my morning breathing treatment using a nebulizer. I felt really extra drowsy this afternoon, having missed my noontime short siesta. I read somewhere that it's beneficial for old people to take naps during the day. Now although I don't consider myself old by any means, it might also be good for a youngster like me. So I kind of fell into a good habit of napping about 2 hours in the morning about 9 to 11 and again from 1 to 2. Today while meditating, my mind hit on a theme of poetry. I was remembering a huge file of lines from poems I read only once and couldn't remember where or when. Sometimes only one or two lines although I feel like the whole poem is in there somewhere. Of the billions of neurons in the human brain. I'm sure there is a personal compendium of a "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations" floating around in there somewhere. The trIck is to find the index drawer. There has to be a way. So I've decided on the basis of wild, random thoughts to start searching for some trace of that key that will open up this treasure. No matter that a multitude of Indian and Buddhist thinkers haven't found or taught that key. Or maybe they have and they won't tell you unless you ask. So it may be just a matter of formulating the right question. Google has a lot of answers. I found the poem I remembered several lines from. It was in a science fiction magazine in September of 1960. Today I remembered lines I read 55 years ago. Google is pretty good but they will never match this wondrous brain in which God really lives.
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