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neurological mechanics


What makes an apple change from red to black when the lights turn off?

how do you decipher between genious and insanity?

What allows you to feel your lovers soft skin?

why are my words different than what you'd enter in?

Many small people collaborate to discover such things. 

They've decided that our own head is important to know about. 

Finally.

The gap above our shoulders is being used to unearth knowledge about our heads

Were using machinary we have no idea how to work. 

yet it works.

I want to know every cog every spring every chemical in this contraption. 

I want to tell you how your machine works and why. 

One job could change my life, sure. 

But im not as concerned with that.

I want to change everyones life. 

I want to tell them how to fix their machines.

I dont wantto become a psychologist and neuroscientist. 

I want to become a mechanic. 

I want to change my life to change millions of others.

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