The seat of all knowledge is in the heart
Where Truth and Feeling reside, methinks,
For the brain is too busy running the body,
Caring for its neural net and ordering muscles.
It brings to mind the scurrying ant hill
That is a fast food restaurant at lunch time
With someone taking orders and passing along
What they know to the workers who cook, serve,
And stack meat, vegetables and condiments on a bun.
While someone else is responsible for gathering an order
And presenting the finished product with a smile
Who knows what really goes into that meal?
Just like the brain, constantly absorbing data
From the smell of the air to what you stepped in.
No, the brain has no filter to create knowledge.
It must be left up to the beat of the heart.