A brain.

I panic the world because I use my noodle.

And the next thing my brain says to me is, Wow!

And the next thing my brain says to me is, Wow!

My doctor told me that in order to heal my brain,

I can step into the consciousness of my right hemisphere, where we are.

A blood vessel exploded in the left half of my brain.

But strangely when I just look at Hae Ra, my mind goes blank.

You're gonna take my brain and put it in Junior's body? Yes.

Sandra's gonna use my brain to make a bigger dummy out of the other dummy.

Don't bother me. Can't you hear the wheels turning in my head?

And this was the portion of my brain that I lost on the morning of my stroke.

Right here, right now, I can step into the consciousness of my right hemisphere, where we are.

I sometimes have the idea that nuclear explosions are about to be set off in my brain.

And the more focused my brain is, the more the circuit board is going to surge with energy.

I watched my brain completely deteriorate in its ability to process all information.

Light burned my brain like wildfire, and sounds were so loud and chaotic that I could not pick a voice out from the background noise, and I just wanted to escape.

Or, I can choose to step into the consciousness of my left hemisphere, where I become a single individual, a solid.

And with every story I remembered or don t because my brain prevents me and suppresses these memories the certainty that I was a person who neither kills nor wants to kill was gradually shrinking.

And in the course of four hours, I watched my brain completely deteriorate in its ability to process all information. On the morning of the hemorrhage, I could not walk, talk, read, write or recall any of my life.

Or, I can choose to step into the consciousness of my left hemisphere, where I become a single individual, a solid. Separate from the flow, separate from you. I am Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor intellectual, neuroanatomist. These are the we inside of me.

Light burned my brain like wildfire, and sounds were so loud and chaotic that I could not pick a voice out from the background noise, and I just wanted to escape. Because I could not identify the position of my body in space, I felt enormous and expansive, like a genie just liberated from her bottle.