All this remains very strange to anyone claiming to stand on solid ground.

Brain Litany: Or, Overlooking the Existential Factor
*"Can it be that any man has the skill to fabricate himself?" -- St. Augustine
The brain is a network of connections of cells
It is not a connection of cells
It is a connection of information
It is a connection of blue vases
with red flowers in them
It is not a connection of vases
It is a connection of living memories
*" ... and when we think of coconuts and pigs, there are no coconuts or pigs in the brain." -- Gregory Bateson
WHERE ARE THEY
WHERE ARE THE COCONUTS
WHERE ARE THE PIGS
The brain is a network of behavioral potentialities
The Brain is the mind
The brain is the central integrative role in human performance
WHERE ARE THE PIGS
WHERE ARE THE COCONUTS
The brain is a compendium of holographic mechanisms
HELP ME FIND THE COCONUTS HELP ME FIND THE PIGS
The brain is a neuro-physiological metaphor
The brain is an illusionist's exercise in Euclidean geometry
The brain is a vibrational amplifier for ambient field quanta
FIND ME THE GODDAMNED COCONUTS THE PIGS
The brain is a cybernetic miracle with a three-ring triune brain circus at its centre
The brain is an enchanted loom where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern
I KNOW I SAW THE COCONUTS
I KNOW I SAW THE PIGS
The brain is an evolutionary archaeological site
SHOW ME THOSE PIGS ONE MORE TIME
The brain is a dance among three interconnected biological computers
I SAW THE PIGS
I SAW THE COCONUTS
The brain is a bicameral structure for playing epistemological handball.
I know you have the coconuts
The brain is a reality structurer with lacrimal glands
The brain is an international casino for quantum indeterminancy
THE PIGS
THE PIGS
THE PIGS
When we think of brains, there are no brains in the brain.
THE COCONUTS
THE PIGS
The brain is a psycho-biological tar pit GIVE ME
THE BLOODY COCONUTS in an emotional jungle YOU BASTARD
or the brain is a macro-evolutional myth for the maintenance of
I'LL BASH the brain is an omnidirectional time machine
clogged with death consciousness
I could cry
SHOW ME THOSE PIGS
SHOW ME THOSE COCONUTS
THE ABRIDGED CARTESIAN VERSION
I THINK, THEREFORE I AM.
When we think of the "I," there is no one in the brain.
WHERE AM I?
WHERE AM I? etc.
Pier Giorgio Di Cicco