It is up to me now to choose how to live out the months that remain to me.
Fascinating, Doidge's book is a remarkable and hopeful portrait of the endless adaptability of the human brain.
Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.
I am now face to face with dying. But I am not finished with living.
Much more of the brain is devoted to movement than to language. Language is only a little thing sitting on top of this huge ocean of movement.
I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential.