Jan 02 2009
The Spots
It’s strange to think that a clean brain is a useless brain. It’s the dapples that give us our five pound spaghetti sponge its function. These are our memories. These are our thoughts. The smattering of little crevasses add surface area, but that’s about all I truly understand other than the little black marks that burn into our grey matter via the fire of our synapses. Actually, the latter may not be entirely accurate either. However, I still love the core concept. I’ve never been much for Mozart and I’ll surly be denied entry to the lofty realms of any heaven. These are concepts of perfection and, to be perfectly honest, they are all very boring. Those little imperfections are the true beauty of the universe, not the stark and stale evils and goods that pervade our religions and utopias.
