The Brain is a Sensitive Instrument

Anyone who has experienced the slow wasting away of a loved one to Alzheimer’s or watched an empty shell swimming without purpose as the family look on, will know of the pain.

Am I alone in wondering what causes the corrosion of brain cells? No-one but me taking the pulse of their lobes? Have I been kind to my mind, (read the title above) have I trodden through the garden of earthly delights with sufficient care?

Hope so. The pursuit of pleasure has been (still is) a constant companion, commanding from inside to lay a place upon the table of my appetite for more. The bingeing, the parties and the hangovers. Not too excessive but reasonably regularly for many years. The motor constantly running  spends all its time feeding the flames – compelling me to want and this is the battering my brain has been getting so I worry about my neurons.

Hey, the body’s doing good from healthy lifestyles (and a moderate approach) but there is fade in the upstairs department. Unquestionably not the springy turf I remember from my springier times.

Still in good working order in the immediate time zone and better than ever for imagination but the memory regions have blurred. Geography is my worst area for recall but then it always was, even in school when I was, supposedly, in my springiest period. There are just too many places in the world.

PICKING FLOWERSSome people and places have vanished completely but that could be the natural sink of the accumulated mass, pruning.

Just running a health check here. Working through the regions, testing, testing. Will there come a day when I’m checking on twitches and moods of madness between staring at nothing for long periods?

Anxiety is more corrosive so why worry? Forget it.

About garth

I'm an indie author ardently writing fiction and you’ll notice a leaning towards Egypt. The book in the cooker right now is called The River Through. Hatsepsut features strong as an ancient enigma bringing her people back to pure after a sullying occupation by the Hyksos. I like these desert ancestors who dragged great chunks of stone for miles to build runways for god. Religion was a major preoccupation always. Magic was mixed in, sometimes called miracles. Christian and Hebrew testaments carried it over. Egyptians weren’t bothered with a history list based on sequential record keeping so there are numerous and bewildering gaps. A definite plus for the fiction writer. (Colouring in the spaces.) Bio: I am very tall and many people call me a freak (and laugh) so a slight chip on the shoulder but thick skinned - not impervious. Lots of short people out there who aren’t pleased to be little too. Given the choice, I’d keep length. Upbringing I am thankful because, during my life I have found many people who weren't so blessed so thanks mum and dad for pulling me out of the lucky dip. Two sisters and a brother, all of them cleverer than me or so they think. A wife who loves me - thanks Gill xxxx Two daughters, a yoga teacher and a nurse who don't quite hate me but we are moving in that direction as I tread heavier with advice. Lovely grandchildren who will develop into super beings if they maintain the current progress. A cat called Squeezely who has finally learned to evacuate his bowels outside. Buster the darling dog with a sensitive way and an over-exuberance for affection but we all let him take us down for licking. He's big. Occupation: Education first: Good military school that chased out the bad in me I can tell you. No-one put a polish on a boot better but it was enjoyable in retrospect. Not at the time though. Art college next and enlightenment - the world was a better place afterwards. Self employed antique furniture and restoration - very enjoyable and fulfilling but not overflowing financially. We did okay and we prospered.
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6 Responses to The Brain is a Sensitive Instrument

  1. Vibrant says:

    I feel that’s called apoptosis–programmed cell death–an inherent mechanism to kill cells in DNA.

    Many scientists predicted logevity and even immortality in the last century but it didn’t happen.

    Spirituality speaking–every beginning has an end in itself–they contain each other.

    What begins has to end. What ends has to begin again.

    That which is true is beyond both.

    I like the picture.

    Thanks,
    Anand

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  2. avenscent says:

    Yes i understand, what an excellent post and an excellent blog.

    Like

  3. Debbie L says:

    Good one. Yes, the aging process does mean our brain cells are shrinking/being depleted. When I get mad at myself because I have forgotten something, my husband is too kind. He says we just have so much info floating around our brains and senses, it does get overloaded. And that’s one reason why I began to blog…to help my memory!

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    • garthmr says:

      Pushing our brains is good I agree and blogging and writing generally is like a daily work out for those neurons – thanks for looking and for your interesting comments – best wishes

      Liked by 1 person

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