« My right hemisphere is tasked with renewing my perspective on things: it allows me to u p d a t e the "records" of my brain by correcting outdated information. As a little girl, I didn't pretend to swallow a bite of pumpkin. Since then, my right hemisphere has convinced me to give the pumpkin a second chance, and today I love it. Most of us judge by placing ourselves from the point of view of our left hemisphere without necessarily agreeing to revise our opinion by "turning right" (i.e. letting their right hemisphere speak). Once they have made a decision, many of us stick to it for the rest of our lives. Most dominant left hemispheres don't want to share the limited space they occupy inside our skull with their much more open right counterpart! My right brain feels ready to consider any eventuality. It does not allow the conventions assimilated by my left hemisphere to restrict the flow of my thought. My right brain never hates novelty. It shows admirable creativity. He knows that chaos is the necessary first step in any process of invention. He appreciates my body's ability to move smoothly in its environment. He is attentive to the subtle messages that my cells communicate to him, which translate into what I call my instincts. He explores the world through my five senses. My right brain enjoys complete freedom. He doesn't let my past get in the way of me. He is not afraid of the future. He relishes my life on a daily basis. He is happy to feel my body healthy. He cares not only about me but about the vitality of those around me, our well-being in one society, and our relationship with our mother earth. »

« I remain convinced that 99.99% of the cells in my brain, and the rest of my body, want to see me happy and healthy. The little voice that tells me tales does not seem entirely devoted to my happiness: it takes pleasure in re-ingching reflections that undermine my inner tranquillity. I gave a bunch of bird names to the group of cells that control it. One thing is certain: it does not lack resources when it comes to lowering my morale. It is she who arouses in me jealousy, fear and rage and who exults when she complains, moaning to anyone who wants to hear her that nothing goes right. »

« In some extreme cases where the cells of my little inner voice (which is expressed in the name of the center of the language of my left hemisphere) persist in making me deaf, I ask my authentic self to impose a strictly monitored schedule. I allow my little voice to moan all her drunk from 9 a.m. to 9:30 a.m., but if, unfortunately, she misses the opportunity to complain, I don't allow her to spread before our next appointment. My brain soon realized that I'm not joking by saying I don't want to chew unpleasant thoughts (at least on the condition that I pay sustained and constant attention to those of my neurons that connect in a loop). »