There’s more to me
Than physiology.
My eyes display images,
But I see.

My brain processes data,
But I think.

My ears recognize sounds,
But I hear.

My nerves
Send notifications
Of pain
And contact,
But I hurt
And I feel.

My eyes, brain,
Ears, and nerves
Aren’t conscious,
But I am.

My sensory organs work automatically and don’t know what they’re telling me, but I know. My body sends much information to my brain, but I choose what to do with all that information. My body automatically keeps itself alive, but I decide where it goes and what to do with it

My mouth and tongue move, but I speak. My fingers and thumb tighten, but I grip. My legs alternate bending, but I walk. My fingers touch keys on a screen, but I write.

All matter is made of tiny, empty balls of energy, squeezed together into things, but a person isn’t a thing. My anatomy has no me. My body parts are what, not who, but I’m who, not what.

Conception, gestation, and birth can’t explain where the me in my body came from. A human body is material and measurable, but the life in the body is immaterial and immeasurable.

Materialism is a myth. What we call reality is really just electrons orbiting mostly empty space.

If humans kept as close accounting on thoughts as we do on money, we’d be better off. If we knew what we think we know, we’d all be wiser than we are.

Stress management and anger management both depend on thought-feeling-desire management Chase away thoughts and feelings that try to ruin your day.

The effect
Of neglect
is huge.