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Thursday, October 1, 2026

God My Brain Invents

God My Brain Invents
© Surazeus
2026 10 01

When dawn sun gleams red over apple creek, 
piercing my heart with agony of love, 
I fool myself one hour of glowing thoughts 
that I am one with some vast cosmic mind, 
and not alone and small on giant globe 
that slowly spins in void of nothingness. 

How comforting to think that cosmic mind, 
beaming from hills and clouds with warming love, 
observes my being with soul-nurturing care, 
empathizing with strange feelings I feel, 
and would protect my frail body from harm 
while teaching me to see nature of things. 

This hope for huge protective soul of love 
that gleams as ghost in sun-refracting clouds, 
I wonder if my mind derives its sense 
from memories my ancestors reviewed 
because they all experienced sweet care 
their living parents performed in each life. 

My mind projects care of this cosmic mind 
based on experience of each new life 
from memories of their childhood that transfer 
brain to brain on dream-weaving strings of genes 
which feed complex glow of my conscious mind 
so I expect care from ghost of this world. 

No parental spirit, bodied in flesh, 
hovers over me with cherubic wings 
to shield my frail embodied soul from harm, 
so my mind projects as ghost of their care 
incorporeal being in God my brain invents 
that shimmers as illusion of my faith. 

If I were not projecting ghost of care 
as ideal god that presents in thought 
absent parent my programmed brain expects, 
I would begin to tremble with stark fear 
that sharp-toothed monsters of death lurking near 
may attack and destroy my tender soul. 

Thus with fake confidence of specious faith 
I strut landscape of terror to account 
for secret treasures I extract from death 
as fruit which I consume to sustain life 
that flushes with tense strength of ardent pride 
transient self which I navigate with care. 

Now stuck with ghost of God my brain invents, 
programmed by psychic memories of hope 
that my ancestors conjured from stark fear 
to navigate through gangs of hostile men, 
which helped them survive to generate life, 
I protect and guide my children with care. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explains to his son Linus that our brains invent the concept of the Father God in the clouds who watches over us and guides our sons to the garden of fruit.

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