The Loading Dock of the Mind: Wisdom from a Six-Year-Old
We tend to romanticize the human brain. For centuries, we’ve used the metaphor of the Grand Library. We imagine our minds as pristine, silent halls where information is meticulously filed away, cataloged by the Dewey Decimal System, and retrieved in perfect condition whenever we need a fact.
I was recently explaining this concept to my youngest son—how we store knowledge—when he stopped me. He shook his head, looking unimpressed by my library analogy.
“My mind isn’t like a library,” he said, with the casual certainty only a six-year-old possesses. “It’s more like a donation center drop-off.”













