eventually perhaps light pours through the wounds and the body and mind rise with the sun to catch the reflection of yourself as the world. the accumulated visions of a thousand eyes. luminous. with blackened fingers you empty yourself in order that you may be filled with all that is wild and holy, a simple soul saturation to melt on the tongue. an explosive undoing until all that's left is everything. and if there were such things as beginnings this would be it, but there isn't. there's only golden growth, savage and beautiful, through the blood and ash of your own seared skin.

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"how can a three pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question it's own place in the cosmos? especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. these particles drifted for eons and light years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. these atoms now form a conglomerate - your brain - that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth, but can also think about it's own ability to think and wonder about it's own ability to think and wonder. with the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself...."

~ v.s ramachadran from 'the tell-tale brain: a neuroscientist's quest for what makes us human'