We all look the same

We all look the same

Under a microscope

Below the surface layers

That are all too

Easily recognised as different.

Unless we are ill

Our life blood and cells under attack

From an enemy within,

Going about its business

Of mass destruction,

Quietly murdering

Its helpless host,

Without restraint

And little in the way

Of sorrow or conscience.

On a suicide mission,

As a final victory

Will result in its death.

In full health

Transmitters that look the same

Fire in similar succession,

Light up

In spectacular arrays

When stimulated,

Which if transposed

One on top of another,

overlap like a spider's web

Of high resolution

Ordinance survey maps,

That all lead to one

Specific destination.

Surely they must reach

The same set of conclusions,

How can there be any confusion,

We should all think alike

And yet every thought

Is deemed an original.

How can that be so?

When the mechanics

Are reproduced

With another person

Stimulated by design,

Thoughts spark together

As impulses peak,

Follow similar patterns,

And dendritic pathways

To an identical sorting office.

Yet, when asked

These two people

Will often contrive to provide

Dissimilar perceptions,

Unless it is mathematics,

As such formulations

Have little need

For semantics

And will be

What they are meant to be,

Until of course

We prove Einstein wrong.

We all think and use

A multitude of

Short cuts and links

In an infinite array

Of sub-atomic permutations.

Adjacent nerve

Endings make unique connections

And bring their own

Distinctive contribution

To the final solution

Of a task such as problem solving

Or any other difficulties

We might need resolving

And make each of us

Who we are,

All much the same

But individually,

Special

And all,

That little bit different.