An image of a horse is reflected on the wall of the exhibition hall, and it causes a trance-like state of mind to the beholder. We become totally mesmerized by the mental processes of the whizzing horse and by the quietly interacting details of its many separate parts. The animal is as real as we are, and everything about it is as though it were a miracle. Even the brain itself seems to be a mirage, a projection of mental processes beyond the borders of our own brains. The brain is a long, round, transparent thing. I cannot help wonder what a brain in a tuxedo might look like.
Chapter two: The Brain in a Tuxedo