3. “If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see,
then ‘real’ is simply electrical signals
interpreted by your brain.” Morpheus
In this world of senses, we live and thrive,
Where real is what we can feel, smell, and dive,
But what of the signals that dance in our mind?
Are they just electrical pulses, so divine?
The world we perceive, a mere construct of thought,
A symphony of signals, never brought,
To the surface, where we can see and feel,
But deep within, where the brain does conceal.
The electrical impulses, they race and play,
A language of neurons, night and day,
Decoding the world, in shades of gray,
A reality so vivid, in every way.
So if real is what we can feel and see,
Then 'real' is simply electrical signals, you'll see,
Interpreted by the brain, with grace and poise,
A dance of neurons, with no noise.