Hollow

A semi-pretentious, highly disorganized pseudo-"poem" I spontaneously wrote last year:

i am going to try to explain but possibly with limited success:

our reality is defined by perception. perception is channelled through the five senses.

by nature, by literal biological human nature, sensory faculties are geared outwards.

touch, smell, taste, sight, sound: all ways of interpreting the world outside of our skins.

yet it seems like a large part of the universe we live in everyday is missing in this.

our minds, not our brains but the actual stream of our thoughts, we have access to because it is us.

everything around us, we can understand and experience through the above mentioned senses.

but these only operate on the boundary between that outside world and the “us” of our actual bodies.

for all our efforts to be cognizant of what is around us, we are most ignorant of that which is fundamentally tethered to the “us” represented by the mind.

it’s undeniable, that our bodies take up space in the world.

but somehow we don’t stop to realize it.

the body is felt to be hollow. in a normal state devoid of aches and pains, we cannot sense it. therefore we cannot perceive it, and it doesn’t exist.

we are mere three dimensional outlines moving through space-time, unaware that we are dragging along the stuff inside.