Rhythm. Hey, stop laughing.
Do people have favourite senses? I mean, people have a sense of decency, a fashion sense and a sense of sensibility. No, I didn’t get my last example either. I had a point to make and I then I realized halfway through making that point that it was in fact, a terrible point. Although the original point that it was based on was rather a good one, I feel. We don’t think about our senses and don’t have a favourite. It’s one of these things we take for granted. I’d love to know whom this ‘granted’ is. We take an awful to him. His house must be massive.
There are 12 recognized senses. Equilibrioception, hearing, kinaesthesia, magnetoception, nociception, proprioception, sense of time, sight, smell, taste, thermoception and touch. Let’s throw the dull essentials out of the window. Leaves us with eight. Let’s take out nociception, because pain isn’t nice. It was difficult to whittle down the remaining senses. But I managed to pick my favourite, the one I feel is most important to me.
Touch. The reason is that it’s our connection to our world. The textures and characters of what make up where we are, what we breath, what we endure, what we love, what we hate and what we desire. It’s the foundation for so much and is so, so incredibly underrated.
Touch. My favourite of the 12.
The Friday Bonus Question
Plucked from the basement of the internet, a bewildering real question that defies logic and an answer, here for you to ponder:
Why, when I take my glasses off, is everything blurry?
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