A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.

The two sides of my brain were having a conversation:

The left side –
I am not a math test or a scientist. I am not a mathematician or a perfectly linear graph.

The right side –
I am not an artist or a writer. I am not the dancer you see on the stage nor the athlete on television.

The left side –
I am the way you know how to color inside the lines or stay on the bicycle after the second try.

The right side –
I am the vibration in your fingertips in clinking wine glasses.

The left side –
I am the reason why you can smile 18 different smiles.

The right side –
I am the reason you smile 18 different smiles while counting the crayons in your box set.

The left side –
The reason you can hold a book in your hands or play baseball is because of me. I am how you can play with puzzle pieces and remember the name of your neighbor.

The right side –
The reason you can yearn for something is because of me. I am the muse of who you want to be — every penny that you ever threw in a fountain is my body.

The left side –
I am the one who lets your win at poker and checkers. I am vocabulary and verbose simply because I can be and I want to be. I am analytical and you depend upon me to decode sequences and complicated texts.

The right side –
I am swimming in the ocean for the first time and getting salt up your nose. I am stepping on abandoned snail shells and preferring the orange lollipop over the green one.

The left side –
I am how you can exchange a look with someone. I am probability and your best bet at learning that person’s name. I am how you get up in the morning and why you go to sleep too late sometimes.

The right side –
I am the reason you fill a blank page with everything that you’ve ever felt. I am why you are able to be excited on Christmas. I am the reason you want to travel to Italy and Australia and Scotland.

The left side –
I am seconds and minutes and hours and days and months and years. I am how you made time.

The right side –
I am how you perceive the world. I am not time.

The left side –
I am how you know that it runs out.

The right side –
I am how you know you’ll never have enough of it.

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