“The weight of evidence now implies that it is the brain, rather than some non-physical stuff, that feels, thinks, and decides. That means that there is no soul to fall in love.”
~Churchland
Heart, Mind, and Soul
Synapsys fire,
and blood boils up
through my vains,
upward, and outward
from my heart on out to
that grey mass within my cranium.
Yes the grey-mass which
fits snug with in my Cranium,
(causing so much fuss and what not up there)
that is the only reason that I could
ever have truly loved you.
Yes,
you with the brow ridge,
you with the lederhosen lineage,
you who thought it was wise
to put a crow in my bathroom.
why my mind saw it fit?
well,
maybe it’s because there are
no souls now.
A soul might have,
However,
explained the ignorance of the brain
to realize when it has been had,
maybe my figurative soul would
have been the blame, for such
a lame brain, but
allase,
No.
Now there is research as to why!
my love for such a dullard
could now be blamed on many aspects of my brain
from the perception of pheromones
(I’m not known for my keen nose)
or from faulty wiring upstairs
(I told the cable man to fix that,
does he listen?
No!)
So there you see,
that was why,
All faulty circuitry
(and perhaps a head-cold on top of that)
was to blame for love,
and you with your silly
notion of “soul mates”
Hah! there is no soul,
only grey matter,
blood,
and self-awareness,
though sometimes
the grey one
is not wise,
and makes me do
some stupid things.
At least I do not have a soul,
so one thing you said in the end
was probably the most intelligent
that you ever said.