No need to get personal.  It’s just that I’ll never know what you know.  Few of us will ever know the full measure of Einstein’s brain, or of Marie Curie’s.

What brain would you most like to get the measure of? Some of the greatest brains have left a trace.  If we want to know their full capacities, we can read volumes by, say, supreme court justices, or top scientists.

Part of the magic of reading historic works like Homer, the Bible, and other records of ancient thought, for me, is the insight I gain about the extent of their thinking. Emily Dickinson left a considerable trace of the brain she had to work with.  This poem may tell us how she answered the What brain would you most like to get the measure of? question.

The Brain  — is wider than the Sky —

For — put them side by side —

The one the other will contain

With ease — and You — beside —


The Brain is deeper than the sea —

For — hold them — Blue to Blue —

The one the other will absorb —

As Sponges — Buckets — do —


The Brain is just the weight of God —

For — Heft them — Pound for Pound —

And they will differ — if they do —

As Syllable from Sound

As a syllable is a synonym for sound, God is a synonym for brain. Not just my brain or someone else’s. But Brain, as in Man.  The Collective. 

The depth of Brain is maybe to be plummed by the time the ocean has been collected in buckets. Yea, right.

The element of impossible is the language of God. My response? Awe. Gratitude. A sense of the possible always waiting. Inviting. Beckoning like the sea.