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If they bulge in the brain or anywhere else of interest, the wallet is a good alternate location. And I should know.
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I feel like the rest of the male body makes a lot of sense. And then ... balls.
The ears, which master the face of a dunce, are that part of the head which most publishes stupidity.
The body consists of three parts: the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain. The borax contains the heart and lungs and the abominable cavity contains the bowels of which there are five: a, e, i, o, u.
But when I look in the basin, among the curdlike blood clots, I see and elfin thorax, attentuated, its pencilline ribs all in parallel rows with tiny knobs of spine rounding upwards. A translucent arm and hand swim beside.
If the nose has become a deeply disillusioned and grief-stricken organ in the modern world, then what of the ear? The poor little ear - such an innocent, intelligent and sensitive creature; in these times of such flagrant sonic brutality, the sense within the ear has much to contend with.
I am inclined to think that these muscles and bones of mine would have gone off long ago to Megara or Boeotia - by the dog they would, if they had been moved only by their own idea of what was best.
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The x-ray of your skull shows a large, flobby mass floating inside. I have to consult my colleagues to be certain, but it looks like a long sausage snarled into a lump.
Every corporeal substance, so far forth as it is corporeal, has a natural fitness for resting in every place where it may be situated by itself beyond the sphere of influence of a body cognate with it.
I am inclined to think that these muscles and bones of mine would have gone off long ago to Megara or Boeotia - by the dog they would, if they had been moved only by their own idea of what was best.
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the wrinkled sleeve of the head
I am not aware of anything below my neck. I live completely in my head.
The brain is closer to the skull,
The object of my researches is the brain. The cranium is only a faithful cast of the external surface of the brain, and is consequently but a minor part of the principal object.
Lungs but could, conceivably, struggle along indefinitely
Thinking brainlessly with their spinal cords.
The forehead is the gate of the mind.
From what black wells of Acherontic fear or feeling, from what unplumbed gulfs of extra-cosmic consciousness or obscure, long-latent heredity, were those half-articulate thunder-croakings drawn?
That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined.
Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?
The site of hearing was now known to be in the cochlea.
My chest, Stella's hip, Jamie's left ass cheek.
Who took away the part so essential to the whole Left you a hollow body Skin and bone.
If at times my eyes are lenses through which the brain explores constellations of feeling my ears yielding like swinging doors admit princes to the corridors into the mind, do not envy me. I have a beast on my back.
Breasts are uniformly zeppelinesque and in various perilous stages of semiconfinement.
A small metal marble pinballs within my chest, banging and clanging against all the routes inside me.
The body is the outermost layer of the mind.
There was also the option of a "vest," which covered the marginally less shameful chest area. This area included the sensitive skin protrusions known as "nipples." I had no idea what purpose nipples served, though I did notice a pleasurable sensation when I tenderly stroked my fingers over them.
The nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed.
Things that go bump in the brain.
My inners are not organs. They're actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie 'Hugo,' and then just say, 'Act,' you know?
Hip, I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's
my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.
I just looked at the parts above the knees to below your neck if that helps.
What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.
Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being. Like the bodies of all fauna, they deserve both our study and our appreciation.
The head is the seat of intelligence. The heart is the seat of emotion.
The collar-bone is my favourite part of the human body.
Anchor points. You can't escape them... And maybe you shouldn't.
The creature's spine was an external body part as hard as horn; and each section from the sides met at a raised point in the middle. 'Please don't turn around and face me' the Adjutant thought to himself.
We humans have many vestigial features proving that we evolved. The most famous is the appendix.
I have a huge rib cage, which is why I can hold a note out until I'm blue in the face ... because I have such a big lung capacity.
Muscles. (Not that I could see them under the knight's armor, but I had a very vivid imagination and I was not ashamed to use it.)
The animals' neural pathways have woven themselves into a new map that corresponds to the new arrangement of nerves in their hands. At first, he can't believe what he's seen. Like every other neuroscientist, he's been taught that the structure of the adult brain is fixed.
Do you know what a magical kingdom is in your ear? A fairy cave leads to an Ali Baba doorway, beyond which the bony little ossicles - Malleus, Incus, and Stapes - guard the great snail, Cochlea, to whom God has given the power to transform the indiscernible movement of air into music.
The ear is the avenue to the heart.
Metaphorically, IT is the nervous system of the enterprise body.
Conscience is the accumulated sediment of ancestral faint- heartedness
It is shameful for man to rest in ignorance of the structure of his own body, especially when the knowledge of it mainly conduces to his welfare, and directs his application of his own powers.
I realized that there was a thrilling undiscovered country to be explored in the mechanisms of the mammalian nervous system. Through it, one might approach the mystery of the mind ...
The brain is viewed as an appendage of the genital glands.
Free will is located in or near the anterior cingulate sulcus.
Eloquence is the appropriate organ of the highest personal energy.
Thus, an inhibition center developed below what in humans is the temporal lobe, to turn off much of the functioning of the reptilian brain; and an activation center evolved in the pons to turn on the R-complex, but harmlessly, during sleep.
I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there - hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen
Anatomy is destiny.
The brain and its satellite glands have now been probed to the point where no particular site remains that can reasonably be supposed to harbor a nonphysical mind.
There is a lump of desolation beneath the bony dip at my throat. It is no bigger than a coin, this spot, a peculiarly small place to hold such a feeling. I try to shove it to some deeper region, but there it sticks, a fragile skin-thickness from the outside world.
The road to the heart is the ear
This suggests that for our species, too, the cerebellum is critically important.63
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how does it feel,' wonders the neuroscientist Christof Koch, 'to bhe the mute hemisphere, permanently encased in one skull in the company of a dominant sibling that does all the talking?
Inside skull vast as outside skull
It is not excess of thought but defect of fertile and generous emotion that marks them out. Their heads are no bigger than the ordinary: it is the atrophy of te chest beneath that makes them seem so.
The buttocks are the most aesthetically pleasing part of the body because they are non-functional. Although they conceal an essential orifice, these pointless globes are as near as the human form can ever come to abstract art.
Think with the whole body.
I likewise felt several slender ligatures across my body, from my arm-pits to my thighs. I could only look upwards; the sun began to grow hot, and the light offended my eyes. I heard a confused noise about me; but in the posture I lay, could see nothing except the sky.
There are three kinds of forms in the human figure: Ovoid forms - egg, ball and barrel masses; Column forms - cylinder, cone; Spatulate forms - box, slab and wedge blocks.
epicanthic fold.
The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.
The gut is the seat of all feeling.
The seat of the soul and the control of voluntary movement - in fact, of nervous functions in general, - are to be sought in the heart. The brain is an organ of minor importance.
And now, as a germination of planetary dimensions, comes the thinking layer which over its full extent develops and intertwines its fibres, not to confuse and neutralise them but to reinforce them in the living unity of a single tissue.
In the room ... they are inside the books. They move sometimes within the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams.
Every vertebra, every knuckle, both kneecaps, both hips. I am a pile of bones on the floor and no one knows it but me. I am a broken skeleton with a beating heart.
It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.
Our arms start from the back because they were once wings.
What are those humps on her chest?
Corpus bones, I thought. To be wedded to this perfumed prig with his mouth in a knot and a frown always on his face!
Our experiments not only proved the existence of a nervous apparatus in the above-mentioned glands, but also disclosed some facts clearly showing the participation of these nerves in normal activity.
Our bodies surround what has always been there
We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.
The heart, that secret repository where needs and fears elbowed each other continuously like uncomfortable passengers in a crowded subway car...
[P]eople think that the human brain is in the head. Nothing of the sort; it is carried by the wind from the Caspian Sea.
Descartes was very interested in anatomy and physiology and regarded a tiny organ in the center of the brain, called the pineal gland, as the principal seat of the soul. That gland, he believed, was the place where all our thoughts are formed, the wellspring of our free will.
It's a four-letter word for a part of the human anatomy but it's not m-i-n-d.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
In the past few decades, there has been a revolution in how we perceive the body. What appears to be an object, a three-dimensional anatomical structure, is actually a process, a constant flow of energy and information.
The subtle body must be intact to transmit the kundalini.
How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?
Two characteristic marks have above all others been recognized as distinguishing that which has soul in it from that which has not - movement and sensation.
What is it that you long for best, that clenches teeth and claws over the ventricles of your heart?
Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
The third eye is located between the eyebrows and a little above. The heart center is located directly in the center of the chest. The naval center is about two inches below the navel.
The ear is the only writer and the only true reader.
The ears were made, not for such trivial uses as men are wont to suppose, but to hear celestial sounds.
It is noteworthy, however, that this areas also contains neurons which when stimulated can trigger female sexual posturing (Benson, 1988; Rose, 1990); i.e. the lordosis (or "doggie") position. These latter neurons are interconnected with the amygdala and ventromedial hypothalamus--nuclei
We pass each other notes in the hollows of our collarbones.
I'm a big fan of the digestive system.
The belly has no ears.
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.