Complex Brain and Consciousness

 Explain the connection between how the human brain's complex network of neurons uses both chemical and electromagnetic currents to process incoming stimuli in a method of bicameral objectification proving the individual human consciousness remains inherent to the eternal creation of the cosmos by virtue of the 2nd law of thermodynamics.

The question you've posed combines several complex and disparate concepts from neuroscience, physics, and philosophy. Let's break down these ideas and explore them individually:

1. Complex Network of Neurons: The human brain is a highly complex organ composed of billions of neurons. Neurons communicate with each other through electrochemical signals. When a neuron receives a stimulus, it can generate an electrical impulse (action potential) that travels along its axon and releases neurotransmitters (chemicals) at synapses to communicate with other neurons.

2. Chemical and Electromagnetic Currents: As mentioned, the brain uses both chemical and electrical processes for information processing. Neurons transmit information through electrical impulses, and chemical neurotransmitters play a crucial role in transmitting signals between neurons at synapses.

3. Bicameral Objectification: The term "bicameral" is often associated with Julian Jaynes' theory of the bicameral mind, which suggests that in ancient humans, one hemisphere of the brain gave commands while the other obeyed, leading to a sense of external voices or gods. However, this theory is highly controversial and not widely accepted in modern neuroscience.

4. Individual Human Consciousness: Consciousness is a complex and debated topic in philosophy and neuroscience. While we don't have a complete understanding of consciousness, it is generally thought to arise from the interactions of neurons in the brain. However, the exact nature of consciousness and its connection to physical processes is still a topic of ongoing research.

5. Eternal Creation of the Cosmos: The concept of the "eternal creation of the cosmos" is not a standard scientific term. It appears to be a philosophical or metaphysical idea, possibly related to cosmology or the origins of the universe. It's essential to clarify the specific meaning and context of this concept for a more detailed discussion.

6. 2nd Law of Thermodynamics: The second law of thermodynamics is a fundamental principle in physics, stating that the total entropy (disorder) of an isolated system tends to increase over time. It is generally not directly related to the topics of consciousness or neural processing, so connecting it to these topics would require a more elaborate argument.

In summary, your question combines elements from various fields, making it challenging to provide a straightforward answer. The concepts of consciousness and the universe's creation are subjects of ongoing research and philosophical discussion, and any connection between them would require a well-defined and evidence-based argument. Additionally, the idea of bicameral objectification and its relationship to individual consciousness remains highly controversial in contemporary neuroscience.

Deep Sea Kaiju Rendering

 

my text

 by shaun lawton 

(for kenji siratori)

                                   digital image produced by artificial collaboration between shaun lawton and kenji siratori

the origin text remains encased within a sensorial duplex
a cabinet made of disparate parts and doctored into place
from a variety of well known source platforms including
a spinning host of digital forums blurred into shadows
of the rapidly growing flowers of constant humanthink
shed as a detritus and illuminated as a flash frozen constant
perceived as a pixelated storm of shimmering information
once considered to be moving yet now recognized as extant
more in the mold of a commemorative adornment placard
a sort of ribbon indicating at least the race had been entered




the ten line stanza itself came to be known as the pixel
because only after absorbing ten of them would a picture
begin to form from that minute collective of illumination
assembled and brought together into the shape of a brick
easily attached to others to sculpt the bastions of a fortress
so to speak providing the sanctity of making no statement
first and foremost for this is all that our forefathers and kin
shed their blood across the spattered pages of history for
in order to secure the holy right to just say nothing at all
while today it gets conjured in the name of every belief




codified and paraded about the block of the megalopolis
common variants of this meme replicate quite naturally
getting pushed out with ease by a weary host of ordinary
citizens dealing with the disease infecting the majority
on a much greater scale than could have been anticipated
considering the intersection of the ignorance of the masses
with the direct long term effect of a modern global pandemic
divided by a misunderstanding of the translation of specialized
fields for a target audience growing remoter by the minute
lucky for all that mysterious radio sources magnify the signal




it's through the accidental decoding of spontaneous noise events
we may uncover a signal harbored in a tender nest of gauze
left captured within a sub-dynamic of the industrial recording
a moment in time akin to a droplet of light appearing in the dark
when a diamond winks open with super lucent blue sky inside
as occurs when escaping from the undulating bowels of the earth
come crawling out of cavernous depths over steppes of stones
cooled to different temperatures by interlacing thermal vents
in other words since truth may be reflection of the light to come
we complete our circuitry knowing the transmission happened




if we have no correspondent or anyone to receive messages from
this dissolves in light of affirmation when faces arrive shining
achieving an abstract morphology into a gallery of rogue souls
sprung from being packed tight in oblivion of a sudden
swung up all smiles and frowns while swinging upside down
bringing a general sense of reassurance that there were people
just like us once upon a time long ago in some forgotten lands
and now we know that the mere fact they enjoyed language too
and passed it along to their children who figured out how to
teach us all how it's done then let the translation begin

 

Transformer 21

 

                                                          art  by Charles Carter

  the dysmorphological unification of the algorithmic insistence to pick out patterns 

not from what the human eye focuses upon but rather what the camera eye has captured 

from its unblinking stare of the panopticon may reduce visual stimuli to a potpourri 

of pulpy bull dogged abstractions lending cohesion to a narrative picked out of the random chaos 

of association in direct proximity, such as the bloody drool flowing down the broken rose stem 

stuck in the gaping maw of the leviathan, cellular walls thicken being built from particulate matter 

drawn from the void and whose folding concatenations provide egress to the sudden multiplicities 

of congregating civilizations momentarily extracted. 

The decanting of the structural atomic nuclei conducts the unfolding symphony 

into its arrayed pocket jungles thriving at the tangled roots of the bifurcating tree. 

As the glowing river flows out of the mountain it reflects the bonfires burned in honor 

of the constellations above. The night is timeless. 

Even the stars can't count the clocks that tell the time. 

Along the Banks of the River

 

 When a dog turned to a grass hopper and said without the aid of a transmitter

could you have breakfast with me on this day before the temperature shifts

but an earthquake intervened with a lightning flash and a clap of thunder

There was a relief fund of extra sensational tourist attractors set into place

without a single way to separate them from the rest of the crew in space

but eventually it was sorted out, meanwhile all the expectations

that were having to wait out the course of events they had helped

set into motion a system of occurrences no one may prevent 

from continuing to happen over night's long strange course when

A rare sort of distant melody began to play in the breeze evoking

Crystal bat refugees replicating in darkness and budding from clusters 

inside local cavern systems to blossom into consorts of the dead

assisted by the various criss-crossing networks here that are called

the catacombs.  If this were a hive it would be the cells buried under

the slabs of stacked matter we've embedded into the banks of our lives

in strained appreciation relegated from the heart when the colony thrives 

But instead and in accordance to the desperately held onto tradition 

Along the banks of the river time can be seen from a distance that

 only the lonely know of and sing in the fading echoes of electromagnetism

called the gradual decomposition of all the lovely fading stars 

Manifold Testament

 

   Skim online science stories and you'll find plenty cropping up with headlines indicating a possible evidence of the multiverse.  Let's settle this issue once and for all, here and now shall we.

  An exhibit of our multiverse remains directly in view of the ISS.  The demonstration we're a multiverse gets all tangled up in each other's breath.  Confirmation of a conglomerate of universes awaits us every day of our lives.  What's needed for each and every one of us is simply a revision of how certain terms are defined. 

  A body is a vessel for a spirit, just like a bottle holds a quantity of wine.  We come into this world separately, then get to hang out together from time to time. Some say that we may live together but we'll all have to die alone. A crowd of one among the stars all grown upon the bone.  

  

   Our consciousness may not exist without each other to reflect it.  Individualism an illusion, and we're all free to inspect it. A stone alone in the dead of night. A forest of trees before our sight. All held together upon the terrain of time with space slipping through our fingers. It's all so crystal clear that our memory of it lingers.  

   No need to travel very far to interact with alien life. Certainly not to another star when instead you may talk with your wife.  If we take a moment to modify our understanding of not only the words but that which they intend to indicate, we may come to a better comprehension of the nature of that which we generate. 

   We've been generated ourselves by our parent's interaction by a complicated process of natural selection. Through genetic combination and a method of fertilization a zygote becomes the gateway to a new generation. This has been happening before our eyes since time immemorial. The problem of multiple bodies manifests when we insist upon drawing lines. This may lead us to think we're aspects of the world divided. In fact it's our thinking that comes apart while in effect we've always been united. 

   Thinking itself comes with a price, a dividend we've forgotten we owe. Our trade off with understanding was replaced with a certificate we misplaced or lost long ago. A document signed with the blood of our light that can be described as an article of faith. Reduced to so much pulp in between our ego's whirling blades, it's been rendered to an echoing wraith.  

   Forgetting that faith also serves as reliance upon our interdependence. We each mirror the fall of the angel inside us losing sight of our complex sentence. With the proof of the multiverse in every handful of dust and the evidence shining in each other's well earned trust, it serves us to every once in awhile forget our own sorrow in exchange for another's smile.  

   Hope is the yolk for the egg of faith to hatch open inside our brain. Replace our convictions with mere suggestions to stay drier in the pouring rain. The indication of a multiverse lies revealed in a single leaf outside. Life follows the cornucopia expressed along the golden mean of this ride.  

   Let's cut to the chase for the ultimate point of what I've just written today. When we look at the Earth we're seeing the multiverse conveyed in its glorious heyday. The secret of this meaning lies out in the open for anyone with eyes to see. You can easily figure it out for yourself, there's no reason to rely on me. 

    

   

Transformer Twenty One

  the dysmorphological unification 

of the algorithmic insistence 

to pick out patterns not from what 

the human eye focuses upon but 

rather what the camera eye has captured 

from its unblinking stare of the panopticon 

may reduce visual stimuli to a potpourri 

of pulpy bull dogged abstractions 

lending cohesion to a narrative

 picked out of the random chaos

 of association in direct proximity, 

such as the bloody drool flowing 

down the broken rose stem stuck

 in the gaping maw of the leviathan, 

cellular walls thicken being built 

from particulate matter drawn from 

the void and whose folding concatenations 

provide egress to the sudden multiplicities

 of congregating civilizations

 momentarily extracted. The decanting 

of the structural atomic nuclei 

conducts the unfolding symphony

 into its arrayed pocket jungles

 thriving at the tangled roots 

of the bifurcating tree. 

As the glowing river flows 

out of the mountain it reflects 

the bonfires burned in honor 

of the constellations above. 

The night is timeless, and

even the stars can't count 

the clocks that tell the time.