Twenty watts pulse through three pounds of matter,
A miracle of nature, no simple chatter.
In this flesh, a universe unfurls,
A mystery where consciousness pearls.
How does this blob, so small and confined,
Birth the vast expanses of the conscious mind?
A spark so meager, yet eager and bright,
Kindles the flame of thought's inner light.
Colors burst forth in vibrant array,
Sights and sounds weave through night and day.
A canvas rich with hues, a symphony unseen,
Where feelings surge, emotions ebb and flow between.
In neural paths, both mundane and divine,
Thoughts concrete and abstract intertwine.
The canvas of mind, both trash and treasure,
Genius and folly in equal measure.
From mundane to marvel, the pendulum swings,
Transforming the ordinary to songs the heart sings.
In this inner world, what seeds do we sow?
Through realms uncharted, where spirit can grow?
This rich tapestry of human awareness,
Defies explanation, a beautiful starkness.
How electricity becomes inner sight,
Remains a riddle, try as we might.
Befuddled, we stand before the vast expanse,
Where synapses fire in life's vibrant dance.
In this blob of cells, a cosmos resides,
Where consciousness forever abides.
The abstract and concrete in dance entwine,
In this realm of mind, where worlds align.
Genius alights on wings of thought,
Soaring through landscapes innermost sought.
A testament to nature's grand design,
This enigma of self, yours and mine.
In three pounds of flesh, a universe whole,
The riddle of being, the spark of soul.
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