First sentence of Diane Ackerman’s An Alchemy of Mind: The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain:
Imagine the brain, that shiny mound of being, that mouse-gray parliament of cells, that dream factory, that petit tyrant in a ball of bone, that huddle of neurons calling all the plays, that little everywhere, that fickle pleasuredrome, that wrinkled wardrobe of selves stuffed into the skull like too many clothes in a gym bag.



I think I’m going to have to agree with the title of your post.
Yep. That is one awesome sentence.