Once upon a time, it was commonly believed that the brain was in control. The commander of our body, it was widely considered an overlord, one that told everything else what to do while also thinking noble thoughts or, more likely in my case, daydreaming.
As time and studies advanced, it became obvious that that wasn’t the case, that our brain wasn’t a series of slimy ropes sending electrical impulses around, coldly directing the organs and muscles and sinews, but rather in communication with them. Especially our gut.
