Quotes About Sensory

The body is to be compared, not to a physical object, but rather to a work of art.

Originary perception is a non-thetic, pre-objective, and preconscious experience.

Every sensation is already pregnant with a sense.

The unconscious is a perceiving consciousness... it operates as such through a logic of implication or promiscuity,

The horizon is what, behind the thing, enables it to be a thing: gaps, ellipses, allusions to the sensible world, divergence, variation, difference of the 'world.

When Gestalt theory tells us that a figure against a background is the most basic sensible given we can have, this is not a contingent characteristic of factual perception...Rather, this is the very definition of the perceptual phenomenon, or that without which a phenomenon cannot be called perception. The perceptual "something" is always in the middle of some other thing, it always belongs to a "field.

Bodily functions take place in a psychic dimension. The digestive tube not only serves for digestion, but is also a manner of entering into relationship with the world.

Before being reason, humanity is another corporeity.

There is a world of silence, the perceived world, at least, is an order where there are non-language significations--yes, non-language significations, but they are not accordingly positive. There is for example no absolute flux of singular Erlebnisse; there are fields and a field of fields, with a style and a typicality...and which are always a relation between the agent (I can) and the sensorial or ideal field.

The phenomenal layer is, literally, pre-logical and will always remain so.

The same partial stimulus can give rise to variable effects and the same nerve element can function in a qualitatively different manner according to what is prescribed by the constellation of stimuli and by the elaboration to which it gives rise beyond the discontinuous sensory terminations.

Every perception is the perception of something solely by way of being at the same time the relative imperception of a horizon or background which it implies but does not thematize. Perceptual consciousness is therefore indirect or even inverted in relation to an ideal of adequation which it presumes but never encounters directly.

Perception is already expression.

There are eyes at the tips of my fingers.

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Your nervous system cannot tell the difference between an imagined experience and a real experience. In either case, it reacts automatically to information that you give to it from your forebrain. Your nervous system reacts appropriately to what you think or imagine to be true.

Your nervous system cannot tell the difference between an imagined experience and a real experience. In either case, it reacts automatically to information that you give to it from your forebrain.

Both experimental and clinical psychology have proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the human nervous system cannot tell the difference between an actual experience and an experience imagined vividly and in detail.

Da mržnja ima miris osje?alo bi se iza mene na krv. Da ima boju crn trag bi ostao za mojim petama. Da može da gori plamen bi skuljalo iz svih mojih otvora.

Everything around me smelled musty, like when you open an old book and it smells like words.

The feeling of the cold water and the hot sun and having the river just flow over your skin like a dolphin wasn't something I had enough words to describe but was the kind of feeling you never forget. I

The world is a fiction the brain constructs. The smell of a fresh peach, the punch of a firefly in the night sky. The lilting hush-hush of a first lullaby. The brain fashions it all and we don't know how or why.

Where'd that world go, that world when you're a kid, and now I can't remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, and my own bedroom, the windows sealed shut, my mouth to my phone, hand slick around its neon jelly case, face closed to the world, heart closed to everything.

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.