Piled Up “… But our brain is now a natural piling machine.
From the moment we are born it piles everything up.
Names, things, memories…
Grudges, loves, angers, regrets…
Musical notes, letters of the alphabet, symbols…
Our brain is a storage dump.
All knowledge and information goes there, needed or not.
None of it is discarded. It is compressed, classified.
Arranged in order. That is, piled up.
This is a vast archive.
Drawersful, filesful, cabinetsful of information is put here.
Depending on your skill and talent, you go in and out of this dump.
Some create paranoia from it, some genius.
Writers and murderers are fed by it.
When hunting, you make use of this information; or when grousing…
To understand how adept our brain is at piling up
just remember the far reaches of dreams…”