Have you ever wondered what happens to brain cells as we get older? Where do they go? When you lose your train of thought more and more often, what happened to the circuits that used to be there? How can we lose our minds that way?
What happens to brain cells when they are lost? When someone loses their keys, eventually someone else finds them. I know that when my girlfriends announce they have lost weight, I have often been the finder, if not the keeper.
Is someone collecting those lost brain cells? Do they come complete with thoughts or memories? What could you do with someone else's memories?
I wonder if you could trade your own worn or sorry memories in on something better. "I'll take those over there, the ones of the weekend at the river skinny-dipping with Tall, Dark and Quick on his Feet." "Do you have anything in French? I always wanted to learn to speak the language."
I used to think my kids were stealing my brain, but it's become obvious that ain't happening. They clearly have mimeographed copies of my cells, but no more working ones than I have. Poor kids.
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