Sunk into lawn chairs
by the pool, the crones talked about dead husbands, bragged a
goatherd named Coretas was grazing his herd at the foot of
Parnassus. One day the animals behaved rather oddly, making strange
and trembling in every limb. When Coretas went to look, he discovered
a cleft in the ground with a mysterious current of air issuing
from it. He bent over the edge, and suddenly he found that a specific cell of the
hippocampus signals most strongly as a rat moves from one specific
spatial location to another. These 'place-cells' must be the
same ones that get turned on in our brains during REM sleep as
to speak in a peculiar way. Other herdsmen came along and listened
to him with astonishment. Coretas was prophesying about grandchildren,
and the places they've toured.
age is just explicit and that's that, and you can quote
One's work seems to continue of its own disposition, as it can
or will—or won't.
Staying out of trouble it used to be called. So onward, friend.
I am sure we'll connect at some point down the proverbial line."