"Thought is the brain's three milliards
Of cells from the inside out.
Billions of games of billiards
Of cells from the inside out.
Billions of games of billiards
Marked up as Faith and Doubt.
My Faith, but their collisions;
My logic, but their enzymes;
Their pink epinephrin, my visions;
Their white epinephrin, my crimes.
Since I am the felt arrangement
Of ten to the ninth times three,
Each atom in its estrangement
Must yet be prophetic of me."
Must yet be prophetic of me."
- Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963)
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