Ready to Inhale: A Fantasy

I am at work; the clock is ticking; I have to write a scientific paper.

the information on the computer screen in front of me is not in my brain.

I need to get it into my brain, digest it, and use it to build my hypothesis.
The photons emanating from the computer screen only go the speed of light,
pixel by pixel, word by word as my eyes scan the page, glazing over.
I open my mouth, exhaling forcefully, then lean towards the screen
and breathe in deeply, every word and mathematical equation
pulled off the screen and deep into my lungs where a billion alveoli
perform parallel processing, delivering knowledge,
not just information.