Investigations from the Ground-Up

With my eyes closed, I moved around the room. Like the ‘turning the head’ exercise but with the whole body.

Perception of light through the eyelids distinct from a conjured light I’m calling image of my body.

Feeling sensations in space. Pressure-down. I’m calling my feet. Move.

With no sight, no light. No reflection. Now no sound. Never had sound, and of course no language. No me. No life story, just feeling sensation.

Who would I be with no thought of I, be, being or life story.? Who would I be with no thought at all? or the thought 'I am alive'.?

No thought of life. No thought of death. No ability to think. No ability to recognise. No memory.

Changes occur. Perception occurs.

Only feeling sensation in space. Pressure moving changing. Very simple.

‘My feet’ wouldn’t be my feet. There’s no ‘I’ to have or possess feet.

Feet melt. No feet. Feet disappear. How did feet even take place?

There are sensations in space. A pressure. A bounce,

Another’ which I no idea of even calling that or recognising except much much much later (or should I say earlier?)

No time. No space. Change.

Rabbits see. Hear. Feel. Smell. Sense. Move.

What about the cells that make up the rabbit? The cells that make up a human?

More work.

Thank you.

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Investigations from the Ground-Up

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