The question is... where do I sit?
Have you ever thought about where your conciousness actually sits in the body? I know that my head works because my blood supplies it with oxygen and thus makes sure all my systems are running, my hormones are hormoning, and my heart thumping, my mind sorting, and my fingers tracing... but where do I sit?
Is it behind my eyes, in my chest perhaps? It couldn't be any of my appendages because if they were amputated I would still live. But, if my head was lopped off or my heart cut out then I would loose an additional 21 grams. Where does that weight sit and of what matter is it made? If it is invisible, like breath, then is it this essence all I am?
posted by Tiffany @ 3:25 PM
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Hmm...You know, I've been thinking about this a lot lately, especially in light of my latest romantic disaster AND my current day job of reviewing police files of sad people who have met violent ends in farmer's fields. I think my conciousness lies beneath my ribs, nestled between my lungs. No matter how mouldy it is, no matter how many times I've kept it on ice, my heart keeps beating.
I think this is the wine talking. :)
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