Mind Over Matter

(3)

I had just made my exit from 'the region of chaos.' My eyes were closed. The colors were dazzling. Too dazzling. I had gone into the bedroom as soon as it was clear that I had overdosed. I had lain (is that a word?) down on the huge king-sized bed and was lying on my side. The chaos passed. I opened my eyes. A hand was there.

I studied the hand. It was attached to a forearm. I marveled at the beauty of it. I studied the topology of it, the skin, hair... After a while I noticed hints of an underlying structure: bones, veins, tendons, muscles, fat... What a glorious hand! Furthermore I understood how it worked: there were, hidden deep within the hand and forearm, nerves which controlled the muscles of the hand. As each new realization dawned on me I experienced a sort of ecstacy.

After some time observing the hand it dawned on me that I had hands and that possibly what I was seeing was one of my own hands. I also realized that if this were indeed my own hand that I could control that hand... through the nerves. Should I try it? I tried it: I sent the hand a message to move. It moved! Mind over matter!