my tangled neurons

Are the images, words, and impulses that scatter through the mind like petals off a flowering tree, connected somehow together, or is it all just the random firing of neurons not known?

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” -Albert Einstein

 

 

"God, your Redeemer, who shaped your life in your mother's womb, says: "I am God. I made all that is..." Isaiah 44:24 (The Message) How long have we existed? Is the mind of God not infinite, does it not hold all things in time and out of it? Maybe we really are infinite...