Though not, yet stone cold

Thorough investigation of my own mind , prejudices, dreams, abstractions and sentiments took me to this place where grave oppinions are just hollow buckets. These oppinion  buckets are of this world and in constant moving. I suppose, because, I have never seen one oppinion bucket myself. To prove that something like this is real I made an ludicrouss assumption that the spoon is not just the spoon and that the  bucket itself is moving in air because it is not really the bucket but the human scull with all its fortifications and grey matter posing as a trustee, a head with wings I will call it from now on.  Now, we all took that knowledge from the school on millions of brain cells working with one another , as working in pairs and sharing all those eclectic feeds to form some kind of understanding or reasoning to that fabric of brain that is foolish enough to exist when all this little organisational units are working for themselves and not for the operational brain. Very sad indeed, but brain does not think so, it  takes this for granted and exists there without need to do anything, just sits there and feed on understand these tiny neuro- communication. Smart brain never goes out from it´s scull and leaves the job to this twitchy impulses which cross over from one part of the brain to another in hope that it will not be  double crossed by the neuro agents or be witness to some horrible disaster or even death of this so called brain communicaters... part two comming soon

    Do not mind the buckets , feed your  neuro spies with sugar, mellow the hollow, buckle up  and for gods sake do not believe in god.