This model of memory, which I've presented here in a rather loose layperson's summary, cxcites the amateur scientist in me. It feels true to the twinned fuzziness and richnessof my own memories, and it inspires awe with its image of neunal networks effordessly self-coordinating, in a massively parallel way, to create my ghostly consciousness and my remarlably sturdy sense of self. It seems to me lovely and postmodern. The human brain is a web of a hundred billion neurons, maybe as many as two hundred billion, with trillions of axons and dendrites exchanging quadrillions of messages by way of at least fifty different chemical transmitters, The organ with which we observe and make sense ofthe universe is, by a comfortable margin, the most complex object we know of in that universe.