Instead Of Reality Being Passively Recorded By

You Gleefully Say, "i Just Thought Of Something!", When In Fact Your Brain Performed An Enormous Amount Of Work Before Your Moment Of Genius Struck. When An Idea Is Served Up From Behind The Scenes, Your Neural Circuitry Has Been Working On It For Hours Or Days Or Years, Consolidating Information And Trying Out New Combinations. But You Take Credit Without Further Wonderment At The Vast, Hidden Machinery Behind The Scenes.

After All, Across The Population There Are Slight Differences In Brain Function, And Sometimes These Translate Directly Into Different Ways Of Experiencing The World. And Each Individual Believes His Way Is Reality.

Everything That Creates Itself Upon The Backs Of Smaller Scales Will By Those Same Scales Be Consumed.

Since We Live In The Heads Of Those Who Remember Us, We Lose Control Of Our Lives And Become Who They Want Us To Be.

We Are Nothing But The Product Of Billions Of Years Of Molecules Coming Together And Ratcheting Up Through Natural Selection, We Are Composed Only Of Highways Of Fluids And Chemicals Sliding Along Roadways Within Billions Of Dancing Cells, Trillions Of Synaptic Conversations Hum In Parallel, This Vast Egglike Fabric Of Micron-thin Circuitry Runs Algorithms Undreamt Of In Modern Science, And These Neural Programs Give Rise To Our Decision Making, Loves, Desires, Fears, And Aspirations. That Understanding Would Be A Numinous Experience, Better Than Anything Ever Proposed In Anyone's Holy Text.