Twilight in the forest.
I look for Hermes and find the Green
Man, looking harried, his face sullen, colors faded,
brown nettles wedged in his runneled face. While I view him the dendrites of a neuron can take on various
shapes, vary in density, and emanate from all around the neuron,
giving it a starlike appearance, the differences between
us are so slight and the similarities so great that all of us
alive today are really just minor variations on the same person.
The fragmentation or plurality of consciousness is only an appearance,
like the hundreds of little pictures that a multifaced crystal
reflects without multiplying the object in reality; alternatively, they can sprout from one or both
ends of the cell body. Accordingly, to the extent of dendritic
ramification, neurons will vary enormously in their overall appearance through
a camera's lens, slightly unfocused (a god's face is never sharply
seen) as darkness
descends, a group of teenagers stride up the path, dematerializing shapes taken for granted.