the body is a house inhabited by a dream

Our physical body, all flesh and blood, rhythm and heart beat, clockwork and sensory organs, defines the outer limits of where we are at this moment, gives the coordinates of our place in time. It also obeys the limits defined by space and time, it is as vulnerable as it is capable of adaption to a wide range of defining circumstances we perceive as exterior. What a strange thing it really is to behold: to see oneself directly, not mediated by a mirror or a picture taken, but to observe ones fingers, hands, arms, legs and feet in motion, knowing that this very motion has its source in the observing brain but can still be observed as if acting independently from that brain that, at the moment of observation, denies all knowledge of its own doing to itself, a great puppet master.