To Be Conscious

To Be Conscious prose poem

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Consciousness is but an electric signal that originates in a receptor neuron cell and then travels down sensory neuron cells to the spinal cord and brain only to return by motor neuron cells to a muscle move
This full cycle of electric signals is what allows us to think, react to stimulus of the environment and carry out our daily activities in a total grove
It is this constant flow of sensory signals and motor signals through a complex network of neuron cells called the brain that we can respond to smell with chemical receptors, touch and sound with mechanic receptors, sight and heat with radiation receptors and perform very complex tasks everyday
Yes my friend it is the brain that controls not only our conscious activities but some unconscious ones like heartbeat, digestion and breathing day by day
With one set of motor neurons it speeds up the heart when necessary and with another it slows it down
The same is for the breathing rate, the opening and closing of the pupils, contractions of the intestinal muscles and movement of the pairs of muscles of the whole body well known
So as you see our consciousness is but a full cycle of the electric signals of the body as previously shown.

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Fine poem of considerable depth. Though many will not agree with the opinions expressed in the poem , still poetry is successful.


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