I hear the learned scientist say
That a fair-minded God does not play
Dice with natural and physical laws.
But surely our minds must give them cause
To believe that He must sometimes pause
In surreal dreamtime because
There seems to be no logic or laws
That regulate or order thought.
There is no blueprint for how you ought
To think — no design that is wrought
In the brain– no pattern that can be sought
Or understood, as quicksilver ideas race through the mind;
Changing its pattern , leaving imprints behind.
Each mind is so individual, unique,distinct
As the random whorls of a fingerprint:
Shaped by environment and genes innate,
Multifaceted minds can dream, love and hate.
If we could analyze, weigh up and size,
The many types and strains of varied human brains,
That vast territory, unmapped, uncharted,
Value education could be imparted.
And we could train an astrophysicist
Or a musician, a lyricist,
To do what they are best at doing
Enjoy Life without regretting, ruing!