It's incredible how our mode of thought is interconnected within our minds, inside our brains. I had grown accustomed to thinking that we only have one thought or one particular train of thought; I never thought of it as a neural harmony, where everything is a dance and all the neurons in our brains sing in unison. So much for that presupposition.



I have this mental image of a carthesian theater inside my brain where everyone starts of by practing their notes by themselves, and then, like topological connectivity it all slowly, but surely, comes together and we form reason.



This skill, because I think it geniuenly is knowledge, a mnemonic life, is a sort of self-correcting function of expression, and right now, I'm "looking" inside my own head, searching, trying to find, a functional expression for reason.



It's a dance, it's harmony, it's an motion. That's how I would use my own newfound inter-bodily intelligence to describe it, it's also something I'm going to work a lot on, mathematically, in physics, in chemistry, but most importantly; if I ever reach that educational level: In neuro-science.



I imagine to myself that I mathematically make a sort of topological a priori super-structure in (beginning with classical mechanics and working my way down to the quantum mechanical level) and illuminate an analytical model of our brains, that we can use to trully understand ourselves.



High dreams, I know - but it's a goal, a dream, a vision for my own future that I keep close to myself. That is a huge part of me and who I am.



I wonder, only wonder, what it is that makes people dream, smile, laugh and play.



What makes them sorrow, bitter, angry, resentful & hateful.



This is all what our nature is a part of; that which makes us homo sapiens. A hairless ape that has constructed its own nature around itself and built buildings for homes. Buildings to play and smile in. Buildings to make us feel safe, just safe, not from anything; it lies in the word itself: "safe". When I imagine the word "safe", I get this image of a whole family going about their daily routine inside, what they call, "home" and there is a whole orchestra of emotions that I can sense from just toying with this mental imagery. It's a scene from a movie. It's a paragraph from a book. It's the hidden lives on peoples faces.



A wrinkled smile inside an environment of "safe" tells a life-story untold, but spoken with one thousand perceptions of love. An overwhelming sensation that I digest, and the orchestra plays parallel stripes.



This hidden imagery is all around me, toys for me to play with; I feel like I'm seeing the whole inside a lattice of coherent functional expressions. Some places have pi, others the natural number e, while yet more are numbers, just numbers with lives of their own that play in the garden of dreams.



After a deep breath, the vision fades and I'm myself again after touching the mind of Richard P. Feynman's god.