Sunday, October 14, 2007

Much Ado About...The Brain?

"I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest."
Much Ado, IV.i.284-285

A student at Pharyngula asks "why do we still talk about the heart?"

The sound of your voice thrills my temporal lobe,
My occipital swoons at your sight;
When we walk hand in hand, my parietal and
My prefrontal are filled with delight.

My thalamus and hypothalamus know,
Without anyone having to tell ‘em,
That I’m head over heels, and it certainly feels
Like I am to my poor cerebellum.

Hippocampally organized memories tell
Of the way people look and admire us;
It’s like walking with god, but that’s really the odd
Way I feel my right angular gyrus.

My amygdala swells with desire for you,
But with rage and fear? Nope, nada.
My pulse will race, and my breath keep pace,
Thanks, medulla oblongata.

Master Shakespeare, speaking through Beatrice, might
Have nearly said it best:
“I love you with so much of my brain
That none is left to protest.”

4 comments:

suebella said...

oh yes we appreciate your thoughts
and all of us LOVE your style.........
ok, it may just be zeroes and noughts,
but they would make lewis carroll smile!!

The Ridger, FCD said...

Congrats on making Open Lab with this one. You beat me out - and you deserved to.

Cuttlefish said...

I blame the judges, Friend Ridger. Had I been judging, I would be congratulating you right about now. But thank you!

parseval said...

This one is fantastic!

You must have heard this many times before; you're really talented!