Day 127
The weird thing about studying neuroscience (even at the basic level I have in the few classes I’ve taken on the subject) is the idea that your brain is actually considering itself. As you look at pictures of the eyeballs and the nerves that run from them to the vision center at the back of your brain, the process of sight is taking place in your head. As you discuss Broca’s and Wernicke’s areas in a study group, these language parts of the brain are hard at work along with your motor cortex and auditory system, as well as many other cognitive components, enabling you to describe the actions they are carrying out at that very instant.
It’s strange and fascinating. When we dissected the brain as a class down in the gross anatomy lab surrounded by cadavers in blue plastic bags, it seemed surreal. As I cradled that grayish mass of tissue in my hand, I was amazed that first of all, I was holding someone’s brain, and secondly, that this person, whoever they were, had sorted out problems, talked, laughed, cried, seen, heard, felt, and lived a life, all of it presided over by this dense formaldehyde-soaked wonder that my classmates and I were about to cut to pieces in the name of science.
My brain, contemplating a brain. Truly amazing.
Onward.
God sings. There’s something to think on – like a daddy singing to his little child, “He will rejoice over you with gladness, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zeph 3:17 NKJ).
Hold that image for a second. It’s a beautiful one.
Made for Eternity 