Eye of the Beholder
Like most human beings, I’m tied in enough to my senses that usually my consciousness resides flat in the middle of my skull, right behind my eyes, right between my ears. But as a young man, I tought myself to move that sensation of consciousness -- just an inch to the left or right, at first, but soon I could be aware from any point. I’d move in to my ankle, and live as an ankle for a bit, or my right pinky, or wherever. It was enlightening -- an ankle thinks differently than a head.
I only got stuck the once.
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