Gray Matter Poem by Peter Vector

If it's really gray matter,
Then why are we told it's pink?
Aside from that...
How is it possible that our spongy gray organ,
Can compose thoughts into symphonies of colour and light,
Sketch plans for war or complex industry,
Impose radical ideals and beliefs on society,
Paint masterpieces within the dreams of every artist,
Establish unity with a common language,
Retain vast quantities of trivial and useful information,
Weave beautiful, articulate stories depicted from darkness,
Solve quandaries of mathematical inquiry,
Explore new spaces of the world and its depth,
Create systems of functional governmental statues,
Thrive with curiosity and creativity,
Spawn movements of the body for actions,
Develop relations with others abroad,
Shift into fantastic dreams of wonder or horror,
Grasp concepts that are so unique,
Learn from the past and change the future,
Activate a connection from feeling to the physical form,
...
Comprehend what you feel, to understand that I should write this,
Yeah, talk about a sponge,
It's gray matter, use it...