We talk of having five senses, but none of them are used when I long for my love; I feel movements in my stomach and tickling in my fingers and blood rush in my lips – are rhis another realm of senses entirely?

I can br conscious of words – I miss my love – or I can be non-verbally conscious of bodily sensations – my stomach moving and fingers tickling and blood rushing in my lips; can I solve mathematics this way too?

I’m often conscious of being sad or my head hurting or stomach twisting in nauseating agony, yet I have another cup of coffee (head and stomach inducing acid); are consciousness in words and subconscious habits one part of our bodies hurting other ones? It’s a (verbal) delusional belief that out bodily sensations are consistently integrated in one stream of data retrival and decision making after all; I am not one, I am many, or, arguably, I am a we (plural), or, further, not even identical.

And consciousness remains. How often in a day does thinking really arise out of need, and not neurosis; can it be quiet most of the time? Does even needs satisfy themself rather effortlessly when words are avoided and consciousness of senses are instead, is that Wisdom?

I don’t think my life is hard or full of challenges, yet my words describe that, while my senses don’t reflect such a state.

I can’t wait to my stomach rests as my lips stop rushing full of blood and fingers no longer tingle when my love is held again.

Thinking without personal pronoun is deeper and wiser, like absence of the word Gay in all of Call Me By Your Name.

Because words/names identifiy as units when they are not but collections.

• Stop writing about I that doesn’t exist
• Consciousness of bodily sensations
• Unleashing of movement towards onto