Of Convictions

Reality… What a word! The perceptive conviction imposed cunningly on my senses. That limiting command to prevent my eyes from seeing everything, my ears from hearing everything, my being from feeling everything. Because how would it be to feel everything? To be aware of everything that happens in every part?

Feeling everything… What a sentence! The intellectual conviction imposed on my understanding. For what good would it do to recognize that I can feel everything that exists if I cannot understand it? It would undoubtedly be a loss of capacity. Maximum understanding belongs to those who have no limitations in their abilities, and I have quite a few. I am limited to seeing and hearing what my sensory organs allow me to. I do not even know if my reality is the one that truly exists. It is only a low-quality representation since my vision is not to be worshipped. But even if I felt everything, if I perceived everything, my processing of alerts and notions regarding the events occurring in each part of the totality would be definitely slow and inefficient. My idea processor could not handle the infinite network of connections to interpret at every moment created by a sudden sensory totality. I would be left breathless and gasping for air. This is because not only is my perception limited to my senses, but also my consciousness is limited to the capacity of the idea processing in my body.

My body… What an absurd materiality! So limiting and necessary. For saying that we can feel everything but still be limited to the understanding condemned in a body, the…