Method of Choice

Lyrics

[Intro]

Marian, in your Berkeley lab, 1966,
that cool metal microscope under your fingers.
You peer into the slides, rat cortex thick with change.

[Verse 1]
Donald Hebb, back in Montreal, 1949,
your book open on the desk, pages worn.
Neurons that fire together, wire together,
you wrote that, and it stuck, like glue in the synapse.
I hold this slide, thin glass etched with possibility,
addressing you, old tool, show me the method.

[Chorus]
Method of choice, every decision a spark,
firing paths in the dark.
Enriched cages, rats running mazes at 4 PM,
cortex growing thicker, 22 degrees steady.
I choose this breath, this thought, rewiring slow.

[Verse 2]
Marian Diamond, you at 35, slicing Einstein's brain,
higher neuron density in those folds.
Formaldehyde scent lingers, acrid and sharp,
as you count the cells, decisions etched in gray matter.
This slide, my love, my object of focus,
reveal how experience bends the branches.

[Bridge]

Gaps in the record, unnamed assistants feeding the rats,
long-term echoes lost in the data.
But here, under the lens, the strange fact shines:
brains plastic at any age, choices carving deep.

[Verse 3]
EEG machine humming in the corner, waves on paper,
measuring the electric dance of will.
I address you, slide of tissue, tool of truth,
show me how to choose the wire, the fire.

[Chorus]
Method of choice, every decision a spark,
firing paths in the dark.
Enriched cages, rats running mazes at 4 PM,
cortex growing thicker, 22 degrees steady.
I choose this breath, this thought, rewiring slow.

[Outro]

Marian, Donald, your legacies in this glass,
plasticity my method, choice my architect.