It is this contrast against the nature of being a human animal that I spike my body with metal. Like an anchor it ties me to the reality of humanity while the world spins about me anchored on some stud in my exterior being. It is my need for modern tribalism that comes out expressing itself on the canvas of my body. My cultural out cry. A desire to externalize part of my being.

There is nothing to fear and much to gain. The eye was always there, it's just been given a pair of glasses. When one realizes and sees that the construct of the machine (ergo the human mind) is but an interface to reality we can then begin to ask unanswerable important questions. Why do I see the world the way I do? What does this soup of beauty and information mean?

It came on with sudden furiousness. His heart danced salsa in his chest. Was there pain in his eyes as his pupils dilated beyond use? And then a wash. A flow of cool breeze and calm over came him. The edges of reality eroded away from the outside of his vision in. Geometric shapes merged and formed latices with infinite vertices of interconnectivity.

Is it is just a matter of perception?

Recent studies of visual perception have begun to reveal the connection between neuronal activity in the brain and conscious visual experience.

Are we machines? Or are we a holistic apparatus?

The full text is here
http://www.pnas.org/content/98/22/12340.full

From Steven Lehar,