Brain

Sometimes I think my brain is it's own entity.
I tell it to do something for me and it's like a kid – sticks its tongue out at me and does nothing.
And then sometimes, I'd be just sitting there, doing nothing in particular and all of a sudden my brain starts jumping up and down yelling at me that it found the answer to a question I never asked it to solve.

Most of the time we get along real well.
Right now, we don't.
Brain, please do what you're told.

The rain quits and starts again.
So does my brain.

The brain sits there, in a tank of bubbling nutrients, apparently just... thinking.

Left brain, right brain – it all sounds so political.

The brain is the hard ware
The Philosophy, the soft ware guiding its functioning
The thought, the end product of the interactions between the two.

I used to know a guy named Brain. They made a mistake at the hospital just after he was born and typed »Brain« instead of »Brian.« You'd think something like that would really mess someone up, but Brain loved his name – wore it like a feather in his hat.

I cannot brain today, I have the dumb.

Brains on this planet are groupings of tangled neurons, intermixed with nutrition structures to keep the brain awake and running for a reasonable period of time. If you are lucky your brain has connections which allow it to work reasonably well.

Then you sleep and get to try again tomorrow.

I washed my brain last night and now I can't do a thing with it.