I’m reading “My Stroke of Insight” by Jill Bolte Taylor. For some reason I’m struggling to get through it. I think my mind is refusing the concepts.
One line is both poignant and poetic. “And I must say, there was both freedom and challenge for me in recognizing that our perception of the external world, and our relationship to it, is a product of our neurological circuitry. For all those years of my life, I really had been a figment of my own imagination.” [emphasis mine]