Touch, light, and its "pressure"

There is something mysterious about the sense of touch that makes up our nervous system.

You chase the light.

The pressure you feel entraps, then, is to run away from it.

You search for truth, without meaning behind the words - words you cannot find.

And what we learn.

Learning, to let the future write itself.

In doing so, your predict outcomes...

Outcomes that never happen.

These are failed outcomes.

Although, through it all...

what you find is deeper than you think.

You see everything, yet there is nothing.

Nothing there, but the faint faint non-memory...

Memory of your mother's first touch of you.  Your face.

Your hand.

The vulnerability wrapped in a blanket.

But it happened - only you only wish you remember it.  That first touch of your beautiful- beautiful human-ity.

And it's that sense of humanity we forget is in our nervous system.

The five senses: are touch, smell, hearing, seeing, taste.

What about? 

What is.

- What is.

What is that delicate touch.

That moment you can't recall.

The moment you first felt a human hand.

(end.)

- Marco