disconnected…

My head is disconnected from my body. It lives a different life. My legs, torso, and arms are all someone that my head refuses to recognize.

Metaphysics. Who am I? What am I? I am my head, my brain. I am also my body. Life starts with a beat of my heart and sends a surge of blood through my circulatory system. This is the only part of my body my head will recognize. It has to recognize it, or it will die and begin to rot. A rotting brain does little good for itself.

Thinking, being. Two senses separated by dire conflict. They must learn to communicate, to merge, to comply with each other and to live. This may not be possible. Time will tell. I wait with baited breath.

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