Personal Google

Since I’ve got all these background processors going all the time, you might think I’d be of two minds (or more) about a lot of things.  You might think that it would be impossible to filter out all the static noise, all the random thoughts that lead nowhere, to be able to come to any consensus at all.  But that’s just not true.  I make decisions every day.  The possibilities boil in the back of my mind but common threads do emerge and the best of these are laid bare to my conscious self.  From these I am free to choose as I please, like picking from a tree of plumb fruit, my own personal Google.

I don’t know how it all works, but it must involve hard-wired synapses and chemical electrical flows swirling about my noggin, impulses firing across my cerebellum, racing down crisscrossing lines of logic, nudging masses of ions between electrostatic quanta, altering intensities, flipping states, triggering a cascade of likewise events all across the meatscape. Billions of these switches, toggle in unison, working together to perform a compulsory dance, an ebb and flow of intricate patterns, surging through gateways that accumulate into a compendium of mathematical truths.

Like silicon I writhe in the white-hot flow of information as it burns through my organic pathways, eliciting feedback from equations set deep into the makeup of my mind.  The algorithms are there, like libraries of code strung together by subconscious desire, constantly calculating, evaluating, categorizing and ranking the innumerable thoughts that vie for my awareness insatiably.  To peer into that chaos of data would lead to madness.  The code in my cranium protects me from this stifling overload of insights, whittling down and weighing until only the few and the best survive.

Page ranking for the soul.

Matt