What Is It Part Ii

What Is It, Part II The mind, a cloud of neurons Packed snug within the deep grooves of the skull Tiny worlds reaching out to all their neighbors Across great gulfs of the brain Communicates ceaselessly via little bolts of lightning Adding to a sum far exceeding the whole; The miracle of consciousness reborn every millisecond Within 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 Building knowledge, history, civilizations Searching for more, evermore like itself To find meaning in the fearful Vastness It knows it is suspended in. All this it does Managing its frail,complicated Self. It knows the body it inhabits dies, Beyond which, it knows not. But it speculates.