Interpreting Monotheism, Interpreting Subjective Importance of Neurological Structures

PREFRONTAL CORTEX UP HERE 

Suppose: A Law is the highest form of abstract thought. 

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Laws.... Depend on  Object Identification
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(depend on) Sense of Nuance 
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(depend on) Sense of Phenomena 
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(depend on) Root, Base Experience 




SUPERIOR LOBES/CORTEX HERE 


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