String Theory Explains The Wiring Of A Brain’s Neurons
I spend my nights with galaxies,
with spirals of fire and frozen light,
mapping the curvature of space
where time itself bends and listens.
Yet when I turn my telescope inward,
toward the small universe behind the eyes,
I find the same geometry at work—
the same quiet architecture of wonder.
Neurons stretch like cosmic filaments,
dark-matter threads of living thought,
webbing the mind the way gravity
laces the heavens together.
String theory tells us the cosmos hums,
that every particle is a vibration,
a note played on an invisible string
tuned at the birth of everything.
So I imagine the brain as a starfield,
each synapse a trembling constellation,
each memory a resonance
echoing from the first light.
The universe learns itself through us—
through these brilliant cords of mind and matter,
where physics becomes thought
and starlight remembers how to dream.
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