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Yeees, pattern-seeking brain
Somewhere up there, deep in the grooves of my brain, is the neural network for “dog”. And I mean the neural network for “dog”. I swear it would be visible on a brain scan.
One time when I was driving, I mistook an old lady’s hair for a pup-sized passenger princess. Definitely one of those little crusty white dogs that have more eye boogers than brain cells. Nope. An adult human woman.
Our brains are crazy.