I AM DARWIN’S BRAIN
WHO AM
I?
I am Darwin’s brain. It was I who had phenomenal insights. Everyone said I was
brilliant, a genius! That’s true. And, I should know, I am Sir Charles Darwin’s
brain. Is it because I am so uniquely designed that I am so special? Well,
partially. When I was a child, I played freely in nature. Then, up until age of
30, I had Sir Charles feed me a steady diet of Poetry, and Art and Music! Each
week we painted, attended concerts and galleries! And read SHAKESPEARE! It was
glorious. And jokes! Lots of jokes and laughter... ANYTHING to nourish me and
get me thinking in all different ways. This prepared me for releasing my
genius. This was way before neuron theory. But I nourished Sir Charles’ neurons
so I was like the young Muhammad Ali of grey matter – lithe and quick and ready
to get into the ring with Science!
WHY AM
I HERE?
Habit! Dammit, habit! Habits of thinking. Doing what you’re good at over and
over is a habit! I hurt myself. Repetitive Thinking Injury (RTI). The professional
demands were fierce. Sir Charles has only fed me facts and data, facts and
data, FACTS AND DATA for MANY years! Forced me to grind out General Laws, and
for General Laws you need LOTS of facts and data. I was forced to crunch the
numbers, grind out the laws like a machine that grinds sausage. I believe that
such a steady diet of habitual thinking has pumped up certain neural pathways
while other parts of me have atrophied! Darwin’s Brain has atrophied because of
a conceptual, perceptual habit of thinking – who would have thought? I
certainly didn’t, and I’m Darwin’s Brain!
WHAT
DO I WANT?
Joy! Freedom! To feel my toes in the grass like a kid again! Parts of me are
GONE, I tell you! Simply gone. The other day I rummaged through some neurons and
realized – Darwin’s Brain realizing, can you imagine – that my capacity to
think, REALLY THINK, is now limited to only certain types of thoughts?! Love,
my feeling life, I’ve misplaced it. And, has anyone seen Darwin’s morality? I
hope it’s here someplace under facts and data! I once read Poetry each week,
now it makes me nauseous – ESPECIALLY Shakespeare. I’ve enfeebled myself
through disuse. Look, if you gotta make sausage, mix things up! Don’t just make
horsemeat sausage, make rabbit sausage! Use ONE horse to ONE rabbit – That’s 50
/ 50, right? You’re not laughing. That’s a statistician’s joke. Geez, Darwin’s
Brain has lost it.
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Copyright 2014, Jean W. Yeager
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