Consciousness Is The Smallest Player In The

Love Was Not Specified In The Design Of Your Brain; It Is Merely An Endearing Algorithm That Freeloads On The Leftover Processing Cycles.

The Drives You Take For Granted ("i'm A Hetero/homosexual," "i'm Attracted To Children/adults," "i'm Aggressive/not Aggressive," And So On) Depend On The Intricate Details Of Your Neural Machinery.

Awareness Of Your Surroundings Occurs Only When Sensory Inputs Violate Expectations. When The World Is Successfully Predicted Away, Awareness Is Not Needed Because The Brain Is Doing Its Job Well.

A Typical Neuron Makes About Ten Thousand Connections To Neighboring Neurons. Given The Billions Of Neurons, This Means There Are As Many Connections In A Single Cubic Centimeter Of Brain Tissue As There Are Stars In The Milky Way Galaxy.

There Are Three Deaths. The First Is When The Body Ceases To Function. The Second Is When The Body Is Consigned To The Grave. The Third Is That Moment, Sometime In The Future, When Your Name Is Spoken For The Last Time.