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Darmgehirn – Zoologie

 

http://neu.juergen-walter.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/6.mp3

 

Zoologie

Biology

Belly Brain

 

 

Multitudinous are the domains of the biologists.

The closest to us are most likely the biomedical scientists.

They seek out the ways our bodies work and their natural interrelatedness, not always known to us.

Wonderful then, when by scientific means they prove that truth of common knowledge and sayings like „That went straight to my stomach“ or „Trust your gut.” With the biomedical scientists we honor all those who work interdisciplinarily.
For to all those who do, belongs the future

 

 

On the discovery of the brain in the belly

 

Creeping out of her cave in the early morning hours

the gatherer seeks the edible in wood and meadow and earth

the hunter readies his weapons and sets off for the hunt

 

It’s a good peaceful evening and the cave fire warms

their minds are soothed because their bellies

are filled with food and room in their heads is freed up to think

 

The belly-brain in the eldest gut remembers the days of mothers milk

 

Body stands up

unsatisfied

is human and abandons its cave to build a hut

body is brain-built and studies itself

and what it is to be a living body

 

A small part of the body can, after a human existence

go it alone

this part can still fulfill its function

it drops out

and eventually thinks in its selfcenter

it’s doing its duty

 

 

Dream mixed with sweet spittle

of one’s own four walls in the room of the mouth

 

A cave child has used the blood of his finger

to paint something like a hole

he knows

the hole of his hunger is his mouth

and the hole of his survival is the other

that is greater than he can imagine

 

In the laboratory a human sits and thinks he is a palace

In the smallest hut is breathing space