Thank you for coming again! It’s so darling of you and pay no attention to that gun in your back!
Perhaps you can see from the title of this post that my brain and I have finally decided on a nickname for it. After giving the matter a split-second’s thought, I am happy to announce that we have decided that my brain shall henceforth be affectionately referred to as “Peanuts.”
I feel a little bad that I’ve waited 59 years to nickname my brain. This should have been done months ago, but what with my shoe-lacing projects and water-under-the bridge observations, well we just could never find the time to put our heads together, figuratively speaking, of course.
Cabbage: A vegetable about as large and wise as a man’s head.” –Ambrose Bierce (1852-1914)
Isn’t it interesting that my brain came up with the crazy idea of nick-naming itself? (Please note that the words interesting and crazy can be used interchangeably here).
When you really think about it, the brain doesn’t understand itself and so it studies itself. It doesn’t know who or what it is (so try not to mention anything about cabbages when it’s around).
When you really get jiggy with it, the brain is just another internal organ. One of many I might add. But it’s the uppity organ, the king of the hill, the cabbage on the mount. The brain thinks that you can’t do anything with out it. No wonder it is encased in such a big head.
Scientists are about as confused on this subject as “Peanuts” and I are. They could study the brain ad naseum (and they do) but never seem to come up with a simple explanation as to who we really are, where we really came from and where we are going.
So as Smarty Pants as the brain is, it really doesn’t know diddly squat. (Sorry Peanuts). Thank God for the heart. The heart always knows more than the brain. Of course, it would lose big time to the brain in a game of Trivial Pursuit, but that’s because the brain is a Know-it-all whereas the heart just knows . . . it all. We often say “I know in my heart it’s the right thing to do.” and never “I know in my brain it’s the right thing to do.”
In fact, we never refer to our brain regarding anything we think, feel or do. We’ll say, “I had a gut feeling” or “my heart was telling me” But the brain just sits up there in the control tower doing all the work and getting none of the credit -unwept, unhonour’d and unsung.
Until next time . . . I love you