I looked around at the green shape against the blue sky. Tree shape. See it every day. Start off near the ground with one thick thing, which branches twice, then they branch twice, then those branch twice. Branches. A familiar shape.

That shape is everywhere. The "one thick thing, branches into two, then that branches..." Our lungs do that. Upside down tree shapes. Unless we stand on our heads. Breathing like trees do. Through their leaves.

Leaves on the trees. Follow the same pattern. Do lungs have leaves. Bronchioles is a word that comes from my brain in response.

Does my brain have that shape. Thick shape at the nape of my neck. Nerves branching, Tiny nerve leaves. Dendrites, that’s the word. Dendra, its all Greek to me.

Is my brain my consciousness. One thick moment of consciousness. Branching into several thinner thoughts. Hmmm... I am only conscious of one thing at a time. Does that mean there are others that there is not consciousness of.

Is my mind made up of my thoughts. Certainly not only in my brain. Mind leaves. Stem of brain. Don't take a leaf out of my book. Consciousness resides where it happens. Soles of my feet when walking. Or leg stems.

Dancing is remembered in leg stems, not mind leaves.

Turn my back on the tree thing. Cotton wool clouds drift by.

Leg stems take turns in walking. Before I root into the earth and start to divide. Branch into another. Stand on my head. A familiar shape.