My eyes open to the world, to meet its vivid, awe-striking, vibrant imagery. I remain motionless, not wishing to disturb the steady balance of my eyes, frozen in space and time, lost in sheer curiosity and the silent delight of visualizing the world. My gaze drinks from this novel experience with light and flirts with my surroundings. At that moment, within my soft skull, I can sense a billion of tiny, sparkling nerve impulses, dancing with the excitement of feeling the touch of “Time”. Joy courses through my little body – in anticipation of the events that will invariably occur and stake their influence on my brain and, indeed, my being.
I feel as if I’d just watched a deeply moving movie spanning the evolutionary and spiritual past of organisms… and now, I am here to direct a sequel, with all the experience and lessons yearning to take shape. From the time I was conceived, my body had “evolved” in my mother’s womb from amoeboid-shaped to fish-like, to an amphibian, a reptile and finally after still more evolutionary phases, in the form as it is today.
Wait, what is it that I hear…?
“You are just a newborn baby! How could you possibly know of this?”
The most tenable and satisfactory answer to your question is my innocent, resonating laughter. But adults do not remember a lot…they do not “see” what is so crystal clear, beautiful and precious right there, before them. They gaze at the other side of the fence… I will do my best to translate the thrill of my laughter in your language.
Everyone, including me, is born with an innate, incredible plasticity, and immense capacity for prodigious thinking.
“Just like that?”
Let me put forth another perspective. Everyday, every hour and every minute, I am forming new synapses through specific patterns of neuronal activity. If I find a pure and intense desire, passion or love for a goal, then the connections and associations in my brain will align in the precise form and pattern to make my dreams a reality. A process of selection will stimulate that dream and inhibit the patterns that go against it. My power derives from my purity. The swift developments in my brain arise from the inherited capacity to perceive and control.
Right now, I am capable of “downloading” a certain kind of software that may be understood as a blueprint or a pattern, a set of mental rules or algorithm that form the basis of the challenge that I am eager to pursue. My love for it will grow in harmony as my “hard work” results in establishing the energies that correspond to my target. In this way, I can “tune in” to that pattern.
Now, I can alter my synaptic development to cater to my desires. This information pertaining to my penchants, functions as a reference level for a perceptual control process in my brain. This process can compare the current state of affairs with the reference level and generate feedback. This would then trigger actions that can bring me closer to my goal. Thus, the wiring of the brain models a control theory that imparts a sense of purpose to the brain’s structure and functioning.
“What is so special about this process and children?”
I am in my natural state of growth. My preferred synaptic pattern is woven into the fabric of my developing synaptic structure.
Imagine a potter’s wheel. A finger held against the wet clay rotating on the wheel, will leave a symmetric depression in the clay… In the same way, these initial inclinations are permanently “saved” in the brain. The legacy of my ancestors, i.e. capacity to perceive and control is like that clay pot on the rotating wheel and it may be sculpted with love. Children have never known hatred. They only understand the language of love. How beautiful and empowering it is to have countless choices to choose from, with each configuration giving a unique output…and then to be able to select the precise ones that ring true with one’s conceived design.
“I wish I could be a child again.”
In about two years’ time, I will have reached the point where I have the maximum number of synapses I will ever have. Then, as I grow up and get the opportunity to live my dream, my synaptic pattern will become nourished, developed and strengthened for the entire world to behold and admire.
“You are awe-inspiring, stunning! I am simply overwhelmed by your knowledge…”
If only you could understand my resonating laughter, you wouldn’t have to exert the effort to understand…
“Someday, I hope I can…”
And then my body decides that it wants to return to the warmth, nourishment and love of my mother’s womb… or at least announce its intentions. I am overpowered by the physical discomfort of leaving the heavenly cocoon and tears flow copiously through my eyes, as I break into a glass-shattering cry, only to be subdued by my mother’s comforting hug.