#everydaymiracles

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞.

by Thomas Marsh-Connors Angry British Conservative Blog

We live in an age obsessed with machines artificial intelligence, robots, algorithms, and self-driving cars. And yet, every so often, something as simple as tossing your phone in the air reminds you: that nothing mankind has created comes close to the brilliance of the human brain.

Earlier today, while chatting with a mate on the phone, I found myself instinctively throwing my iPhone in the air and catching it. Over and over. Absent-mindedly. Without even thinking about it.

And then it hit me: How the hell is my brain doing this?

I wasn’t consciously focusing on catching the phone. I wasn’t calculating trajectory or distance. I wasn’t telling my fingers when to close or where to move. I was having a conversation and yet, somehow, another part of me was tracking a moving object in space, adjusting my hand’s position in real-time, compensating for motion, light, gravity, and muscle tension. All without conscious effort.

Let me tell you something: that’s not normal. At least, it shouldn't be. It’s not something we should take for granted. It’s miraculous.

A Symphony of Silent Genius

Your brain is a conductor and your body is the orchestra. Just to perform this simple task (tossing and catching a phone), dozens of brain regions coordinate perfectly:

The motor cortex activates your muscles.

The cerebellum controls timing, precision, and balance.

The visual cortex tracks the phone’s arc.

The dorsal stream predicts where the phone will land.

Proprioception (your sixth sense) tells you where your hand is in space.

Reflexes make tiny last-second adjustments.

And the best part? You don’t have to think about any of it.

You're running two separate but perfectly synchronized processes one verbal (talking to your friend) and one physical (catching your phone). And both are happening seamlessly. Your brain is splitting tasks, assigning them to different areas, prioritizing efficiently, and updating inputs constantly. That’s not just multitasking that’s a level of organic processing power no AI system has ever come close to.

We Are Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

As a Christian, this sort of thing only deepens my awe. You could spend your entire life studying neuroscience and still not touch the depths of how the mind works. The way the brain governs the body silently, precisely, and with effortless grace speaks of something far greater than random chance or chemical coincidence. It’s design, not chaos. Order, not noise.

And while Big Tech wants us all to marvel at the “latest breakthrough” in silicon intelligence, perhaps we ought to spend a bit more time being blown away by the carbon-based intelligence sitting between our ears.

Your mind is not just remarkable it’s sacred.

So next time you find yourself tossing your phone, catching a mug without spilling the tea, or typing a text while crossing the road without getting flattened just pause. Marvel. Respect the machinery you’ve been gifted.

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Sometimes gifts arrive in the harshest surroundings. The walls close in quickly when we’re down on our luck, when we think no one hears us, when we’ve run out of energy… But sometimes, at that end-of-the-road moment a glimmer appears. When I wander out into the coldest winter days it truly appears as if nothing is alive outdoors. Nothing. My breath hangs in the air like it has nowhere to go. My boots squeak in protest as they make contact with the snow. It’s a frozen lifeless desert.

Then I’ll hear the faint chirp of a chickadee. How can that tiny feathered thing, smaller than the palm of my hand be out here in this harsh nothingness? Yes, I know the scientific explanation but it’s not the science I’m looking at. I’m wrapped head to toe in winter protection and this fey thing is covered in nothing but feathers, battling a fierce wind with no food source in sight. It gives me hope that the impossible is not always what it seems. Take these impossible-to-believe frozen bubbles. I’m so happy to have discovered them a few years ago. Every time I make one it’s like reaffirming the possibility of miracles. From this indistinct soapy mixture and just one breath I can create something that really shouldn’t be able to exist at all. I mean, come on, ice crystals forming on the outside of a super fragile, mostly water sphere? Impossible. Yet it’s not. On this particular day when our winter was not quite wintry enough, the bubbles froze more slowly than usual and a strange series of coloured rings formed around the tops. Otherworldly, magical and the perfect ending to the season that tests us all. Thank you, Winter, for all your gifts. You make me believe in the impossible!