Does sensing have an integrity beyond doing?
Is sensing on a leash in service
to some other place in our person?
Under what directorship there of
does this occur?
Sensing has tasks as assigned by?
Isn’t sense and its actions
part of the integral whole?
So sensing gets notice as a doer
but isn’t that objectification by the mind
a false sense of division?
Isn’t sense an applied concept of perception
serving the
story by input
but not the whole by presence?
Don’t we dumb down the senses
to attend to the mind’s version
of a symbolic universe of existence?
Aren’t senses a state of being
perpetuating field frame in conjunction with
the body as a
whole?
Are senses ever interpretative by means?
Are senses the same messengers in everyone
bringing raw
information to
different articulations of each persons’ brain?
Do senses
know for themselves
what indulgence is?
Do senses ever suffer from fatigue?
Are senses metaphorically the ground
of every garden of awareness?
Are senses unto themselves, ever keen?
Is there such a thing as sensory labor?
How does attention or even intention
sensory instruct?
Isn’t sensory alert really just in the brain?
Do senses ever broadcast?
Really, how many senses are there?
Does intuition have a sensory apparatus?
Does imagination ever call the sensory shots?
In insanity,
who works for whom?
Is there such a thing as feeding your senses?
Isn’t sensory
reality a stabilizer of being?
Do senses ever take time out?
Do senses still work efficiency
even if you are vacant of thought?
During sleep, do the senses sort of work off line
for some
other person of you?
Do senses know for themselves
what details are?
Is ‘fresh eyes’ a sensory truth or a mind truth?
Doesn’t
everyone normally hear “perfect pitch”
and it is a brain issue to not know?
In a sensory world,
how does touch become feel?
And how does “taste great” work?
In death, is there the possibility
of phantom sensing still going on?
I’m just asking . . .
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