The Enormous Appetite of the Mind | ||||
Which came first: the baby or the brain? One theory has it the brain created the body, thinking Let there be nerves and the hemispheres divided, thinking Let there be eyes and the brain saw that it was good. For memory's sake the brain invented the nose and for alertness, the ears. To serve the stomach the tongue unfolded but the Word crawled onto it. The other view believes the body manufactured the brain as a computer, autonomic programming like a thermostat, our desires the fuel that keeps us alive. In our likeness a baby craves experience. Mother lifts him to her breast knowing milk will never be enough, wondering how long before he sits up, walks into the garage and drives off. Mama, he cries but inside he's already checking out her curves, trying on his fighter pilot look, sucking oxygen through a tube. The soft spot on his skull vibrates like an eardrum and for a moment, one bite of time, his brain sounds hollow like an empty stomach. Suddenly he wants everything, Shakespeare in two ounce servings, Euclid in a pie, Freud at room temperature through a nipple but he can't express this, not yet, except by falling asleep, mother shining down on him, his lips shaped like a perfect omega. |