I can't get to sleep tonight, I've tried. I won't work. Not yet. And all of the lying down grinding my eyes only led to a profound revelation. Please help me laugh at this. I'm back up and trying to document the profound revelation that fell upon me when I was trying to go to sleep but couldn't.
Your brain makes your hands do what they do.
My brain makes me light another cigarette and open another beer. My brain makes my hands do it.
Maybe the brain makes the hands spoon in more food than is needed, a different thing than what I have going on with the beer and cigarettes.
Great painters, sculptors, artists, their brain makes their hands do it. Great musicians, whatever instruments, same thing.
Race car drivers, same thing. Builders of engines, same thing.
Politicians, their brain makes their mouths work. No hands involved, the only exception to my theory.
But for most things that actually happen in the world, how can you not deduct that the brain makes the hands do it?
Your brain makes your hands do what they do.
My brain makes me light another cigarette and open another beer. My brain makes my hands do it.
Maybe the brain makes the hands spoon in more food than is needed, a different thing than what I have going on with the beer and cigarettes.
Great painters, sculptors, artists, their brain makes their hands do it. Great musicians, whatever instruments, same thing.
Race car drivers, same thing. Builders of engines, same thing.
Politicians, their brain makes their mouths work. No hands involved, the only exception to my theory.
But for most things that actually happen in the world, how can you not deduct that the brain makes the hands do it?
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