Sunday, August 19, 2012

SPIRITUAL: YOUR BRAIN MIRRORS THE UNIVERSE

Recent advances in brain imaging show that it take several regions of the brain to cooperate in any thought, feelings or sensation. Say you walk up to me, and ask me if i remember the time we had sex. Your brain isn;t jumping from one area that recognizes who I am to another that wants to ask a question to a third that remember you having sex with me. The whole brain assigns these task to several areas all at once...and the mystery is how this happen. The neurons act simultaneously....point A and point B light up at the same time....leaving no interval for a back and forth signals. EVERY THOUGHT THEN IS AN ACTIVITY OF THE WHOLE BRAIN. It takes an entire brain to oversee all the traffic that coordinates a hundred billion independent neurons, making sure that they all tie in to a infinite teeming conversation. These interlocked elements reside in a various parts of the brain and represent a unique patterns of activity. At the same time, at a deeper level my brain has to remain aware of who I am, my history. What's truly amazing is that the brain knows how to mesh all these ingredients instantly.

If it takes the whole brain to produce one thought, it also take the whole universe to perform a single action. Like a neuron, electrons and atoms seem to be independent, yet a change of electrons spin at one extreme of the universe will be mirrored, instantly and without sending signals, by a paired electrons billions of light years away. The net result is that you are an activity of the whole universe, an insight that sounds abstracts, but just as a single thought requires your brain to perform a huge number of unseen calculations, so the universe perform unseen calculations to produce you.

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