Brain Files

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 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.