We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

Disassociating, mindfulness, transcendence-whatever the label-it's a sort of loophole in our contract with reality, a form of self-rescue.

So often loneliness comes from being out of touch with parts of oneself. We go searching for those parts in other people, but there's a difference between feeling separate from others and separate from oneself.

To begin to understand the gorgeous fever that is consciousness, we must try to understand the senses and what they can tell us about the ravishing world we have the privilege to inhabit.

What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death.

As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.