What Is It Part Ii

What Is It, Part II The mind is a cloud of neurons Packed snug within the deep grooves of the skull Tiny worlds reaching out to all their neighbors As well as across great gulfs of the brain Communicating ceaselessly via little bolts of lightning Adding up to a sum far exceeding the whole; The miracle of consciousness reborn every millisecond Inside the storm. It knows what it is, Has named itself, Taken note there are other like storms roaming about. Has contacted them and joined with them To build knowledge, history, civilizations And searches for more, evermore like itself To join it to find meaning in the fearful Vastness It knows itself to be suspended in. All this it does While managing its complicated, frail body That carries it about. And it knows that that body dies. Beyond which, it knows not. But it speculates.