The Theory He Built from a Bus

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your mind ran toward the light like it was chasing its own shadow backward,
seeing the universe collapse and stretch at once—
hair wild as the branching pathways firing in your skull,
each synapse a small rebellion against what everyone already knew.
You sat still in patent offices, in patent offices,
and your imagination axons stretched across spacetime itself.

[Chorus]
You didn't memorize the world—you *remapped* it,
cortical plasticity in motion, watching gravity bend
like honey poured from the hand of God,
and your joy was the proof, the grin,
the full-bodied *yes* that curved space could be *alive*.

[Verse 2]
Long-term potentiation written in equations—
your neurons strengthening their connections the more they fired together,
myelination speeding every thought like trains on invisible rails.
You held contradictions without flinching:
light as particle *and* wave, time not absolute but *relative* to the lover's heart,
and the glial cells that fed your thinking never once asked permission.
Your predictive coding rewrote what possible *meant*.

[Chorus]
You didn't memorize the world—you *remapped* it,
cortical plasticity in motion, watching gravity bend
like honey poured from the hand of God,
and your joy was the proof, the grin,
the full-bodied *yes* that curved space could be *alive*.

[Bridge]
This is what it means: your mirror neurons fired for the universe itself,
feeling into its geometry the way another feels your skin—
interoception of the cosmos, *knowing* from the inside,
that energy and matter are the same song sung in different registers.

[Outro]
The light still bends around your thought experiments,
still follows the path you showed it,
still curved, still singing, still *young*.