Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 400 · middle
Screw It, Let's Do It
Richard Branson
Lyrics
--- [Verse 1] You stood at the tarmac in linen and grin, your synaptic pathways already rewired: predictive coding firing ahead of the ground, your mirror neurons catching the fear in the crew and refusing to mirror back dread— instead, you mirrored the dream. Your hippocampus had already consolidated it: not failure, but *possibility* as memory, before the engines turned over. [Chorus] You taught the air how to hold you, taught your own axons to branch toward the unthinkable, your laughter a frequency the fuselage learned to trust— and everyone who watched you climb felt their own cortical remapping begin. [Verse 2] The neuroplasticity of your hands on the controls, the myelination quickening along each nerve, your interoception sharp as a blade— you *felt* the machine's breath like your own, proprioception fused with aluminum and thrust. Long-term potentiation: every successful flight strengthened the synaptic pathways of the next risk, your spindle cells firing, binding present to vision, glial cells supporting the architecture of audacity. [Chorus] You taught the air how to hold you, taught your own axons to branch toward the unthinkable, your laughter a frequency the fuselage learned to trust— and everyone who watched you climb felt their own cortical remapping begin. [Bridge] This is how you loved the world: by refusing the small, neurologically safe choice, by making your own vulnerability the engine, by climbing where others calculated only loss. [Chorus] You taught the air how to hold you, taught your own axons to branch toward the unthinkable, your laughter a frequency the fuselage learned to trust— and everyone who watched you climb felt their own cortical remapping begin. [Outro] The wheels left the tarmac. The sky did not reject you. And everyone below learned that the impossible is just neuroplasticity that hasn't grinned yet.