life is a strange thing. i don't mean the act of living, but in general, things are the decaying state of energy. matter it self is rather inert— some day i will die and my body re-absorbed, recycled, eaten, into some other thing and eventually pissed and/or shat out to be further absorbed until eventually nothing of my matter is traceable to my existsence? or perhaps matter is a construct of perception.
mind sees through the eyes, hears through the ears, tastes through the mouth and nose and smells through the nose— but the brain cannot feel.
