Aubrey Lieberman Selected Poems and Essays

Sky's Angels Aubrey Lieberman 12/26/25 Glider pilots are not Yet they do Fly like angels They spread their wings  Power pilots are engineers They are not poets in the air Attribution: US bombers squadrons were called Hells' Angels in World War I and II. The motorcycle gang adopted the name in the 1950s. Troop and operational gear carrying gliders were utilized decisively in World War II.

It doesn't take much Aubrey Lieberman 12/26/25 It doesn't take much. A little food, sun, air water, shelter, warmth sleep and love This is the gift of the earth All it asks is that we give a little back Attribution: Ansel Adams  

Roadside Geology There is a museum most people rush past at seventy miles an hour. It has no walls, no admission desk, no docent with a practiced smile. Its exhibits are cut by bulldozers and revealed by rain, ice, and gravity. Its labels are written in time. This project is an invitation to slow down just enough to see what has always been there. Driving east or west on Highway 72 in Colorado, the Earth opens its notebook. Strata rise like tilted pages: some nearly vertical, others leaning as if mid-sentence, some lying flat and patient. Rings arc across the landscape, fossilized gestures of uplift and collapse. Color announces itself unapologetically: iron reds, chalky whites, soot-dark shales. This is geology with a raised voice. You don’t need training to feel it; your body recognizes that something fundamental has been exposed. Back home in Massachusetts and the neighboring Green and White Mountains, the roadside tells a quieter story. The layers are harder to read. Rock appears m...

When Dopamine Disappears Created by Aubrey Lieberman in collaboration with ChatGPT 5.2 turbo, December 2025 As a neurologist, I am bemused by how thoroughly neuroscience has entered everyday language. Dopamine and serotonin now circulate casually in conversation, like emotional currencies whose exchange rates everyone assumes they understand. Dopamine is pleasure, serotonin is happiness, and the brain is imagined as a chemical vending machine dispensing moods on demand. It is progress of a kind, the brain is no longer a black box, but it is also a drastic simplification. As an amateur natural philosopher, I can’t help asking this question: what happens to consciousness when there is dopamine depletion? Neuroscientifically oriented readers will immediately think of severe Parkinson’s disease, where dopamine depletion produces a body that struggles to initiate movement, a face that grows still, and a future that seems to recede because the present becomes so effortful. Others will think ...

Different Brains Created by Aubrey Lieberman in collaboration with ChatGPT 5.2 turbo — December 2025 ⸻ One of the foundations of practicing medicine—human or veterinary—is the study of anatomy. As a now-retired neurologist, I remember vividly how beautiful and absorbing this pursuit was, especially when it came to the central and peripheral nervous system.  From the classical anatomical drawings to the later digitized images and layered reconstructions, the brain revealed itself as an object of extraordinary elegance. By the end of that long apprenticeship, I had acquired an essential tool. And yet it felt oddly like standing on the surface of the moon: I could navigate neurological disease with reasonable confidence, but I did not understand how intelligence worked. I had mastered a map, but not a mechanism. The very reason I had been drawn to the anatomy in the first place—the nature of mind—remained elusive.  When people think about intelligence, they usually picture a brai...