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]