I dissed brain myths
Like yesterday’s mac and cheese
All these people claim they know the brain –
Pssssssssssh, girl, please.
Ya brain damage ain’t permanent… 83 more words
I recently had an experience where, starting postgraduate study at a new unfamiliar university, I found myself quite nervous in the hours leading to our first course meeting (basically an informal meet-and-greet, but that didn’t stop me having a few nervous poos which I don’t shy away from revealing, because it’s in keeping with todays theme: Mozart loved writing letters about pooping). 633 more words
DISCERNING the how and why of human uniqueness, from the likes of Mozart to the fearless passion of Julia Butterfly Hill, is always perplexing.
Lacking the seer’s knowingness, we’d be forced to trudge for clues into the intricate threads of reincarnations, and sift the karmic sands of countless past lives. 3,718 more words