We all share the same processes, the same reactions. All it does the man somehow has built internally. Our actions are actions that reproduce internally. Look at the human body and find within it the work of man. The body is actually the foot and the shoe, over time you slowly mold itself to another without changing its essence, without making major changes. It follows that there is an upper limit of possibilities of interpretation marked by biology. Any interpretation of the external is only a link between different elements that exist within our body. The nervous system is strongly protected as our reproductive system, you can not easily circumvent. Roland Garros may find it difficult to be quoted properly.
The nervous system is a closed circuit that only plays his own essence: the human being. A cat is a cat and cat essence and the world passes through your body cat cat essence. All are within our knowledge in a potential state to await his awakening, what we do, what we interpret is what we internally. If we look at cities will see a resemblance of the human body, as if we look at any product made by man. Roads are the veins, our communications are a reflection of the chemical reactions in our cells. All the physiological functions appear represented in one way or another in our projects.
and No is striking that we have no real knowledge of our environment which is our own body? Nobody notices this dysfunction, the veil of ego deprives us of being. Nothing new thinking gives us not in advance at our disposal. But yque is what is left? Because as I said, are functions of survival but not essential .. Whenever Ian Cole listens, a sympathetic response will follow. The illusion took hold of us, we are unable to have an open space between ourselves. yComo us out of this hell? The first step is to begin to dismantle the whole set of beliefs that hide our true nature. We have become a cell that destroys his own body and his own world. We do not identify as belonging to mother earth as an integral part of it. The thought that took possession of our being has created a fiction, an illusion, we hide the reality of what it is. '.