My brain is housed within the confines of my bony skull, cushioned like any other sensitive instrument. Here it functions without interruption throughout my lifetime, as do the brains of every other human being throughout their years.
There are few of us who ever seen the actual physical organ but most of us are aware of its walnut-like appearance with the two halves with their distinct convolutions being separated by membrane.
Scientists say the brain is sexist and that nature discriminates – that a woman’s brain weighs a little less than a man’s. But perhaps it’s another example of the fact that size isn’t all that important. It’s the thought that counts.
The brain is actually the recorder and servant of my thoughts to which it responds to some extent but leaves the greater dictates of nature to assume superiority, particularly in matters of physiological function and for this, we must all be eternally grateful. I really appreciate that I don’t have to think of directing the heart to beat, or telling my digestion to function. It just happens.
Each part of the brain, scientists have shown, has a different purpose of its own as well as the job of responsibly serving the conscious mind of its owner. This allows a potential for a vast range of physical and intellectual achievements. However most of its talents lie neglected as we are generally unaware or unable to access all of the brain’s latent abilities. I have never been taught what buttons to press and like beginner computer users, I hesitate in case I press the wrong ones.
I guess that I only use about one twelfth of my brain capacity, as is believed to be the average. It is interesting to speculate what difference it would make if each of my developed skills could be magnified twelve times.
In truth I don’t really know how my brain works. I’m just glad it does, so I can use it as I do at present to develop my knowledge, remember what is necessary and to record any worthwhile thoughts that come to me. I’m not sure what happens with all the rubbish thoughts that come and go – and where do they go?
To conclude – I like my brain. It is a good servant and doesn’t let me down. It doesn’t give me trouble either, except an occasional headache. But as I get older all that may change, unless I can find ways to maintain my healthy brain and mental fitness so that I can create or entertain quality thoughts for it to record.
