I suppose if you never look inside the skull you can fool yourself that the brain is some vague portal to an angelic realm of pure cognition, but once you find that squeezing this bit turns you blind but only on odd days of the week and a sharp tap to that bit makes the color yellow smell like strawberries and changes your religion then you being to realise it’s just another organ as fiddly and temperamental as your small intestine or your kidneys and about as rational.
THE SOUP NEEDS TO BE JOSTLED OR IT WILL BE SAD
THE SOUP NEEDS TO BE JOSTLED OR IT WILL BE SAD
THE SOUP NEEDS TO HE JOSTLED OR IT WILL BE SAD

















