The Body He Claimed Not to Be

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You sat in the stove-heated room, doubt burning clean,
stripped every belief down to bone—
*what survives the fire?*
Your own thinking. The res cogitans sparking, synaptic threads firing
in the darkness you chose, methodical as a blade.
The pineal gland your cathedral; you mapped the ghost in the machine
before the machine had language.

[Chorus]
You built the bridge from *I think* to *I am*—
no name required, no witness but the grin
spreading across your face when the method held.
The whole mind bending back to meet itself.

[Verse 2]
Cortical remapping—you rewired how we *know* we know.
Sensory prediction cascading: you taught the brain
it could doubt its own input and survive.
Long-term potentiation in every argument,
strengthening the synaptic whisper:
*question harder, think clearer.*
Your theta waves humming through centuries,
the rhythm of reason itself.

[Chorus]
You built the bridge from *I think* to *I am*—
no name required, no witness but the grin
spreading across your face when the method held.
The whole mind bending back to meet itself.

[Bridge]
Mirror neurons firing: we feel your exhilaration,
that moment when you split the world in half—
matter here, mind there, both real, both humming.
Your interoception singing: *body knows, brain knows.*
The two can dance without touching.

[Chorus]
You built the bridge from *I think* to *I am*—
no name required, no witness but the grin
spreading across your face when the method held.
The whole mind bending back to meet itself.

[Outro]
So the doubt remains your throne:
*I think, therefore I am*—
and you're still thinking, still burning bright,
still splitting light from shadow in the stove-heated room.