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maribouSo you know that stock question? "Which sense would you most hate to lose?" I've spent years vacillating between sight and hearing. How could I not read? How could I not hear music? But I realized last week that the one I really couldn't bear, I had never even been able to consider:
How could I ever give up my sense of touch?
I am so utterly a tactile being that I never even thought of it as something loseable. Is it? Are, say, quadriplegics, unable to feel? I shudder even trying to imagine it. And then, I know people who would be just as happy, they claim, as disembodied abstractions. Who think of themselves as their minds. And here I am, rubbing my fingers over everything in sight, rubbing my elbow against the chair arm every so often, tongue against my teeth, drumming my heels on the floor, shifting in my clothes so that I can feel the fabric cross my knees and my shoulders ...... how could one give that up?
Guess I'll never have to vacillate about that one again.
How could I ever give up my sense of touch?
I am so utterly a tactile being that I never even thought of it as something loseable. Is it? Are, say, quadriplegics, unable to feel? I shudder even trying to imagine it. And then, I know people who would be just as happy, they claim, as disembodied abstractions. Who think of themselves as their minds. And here I am, rubbing my fingers over everything in sight, rubbing my elbow against the chair arm every so often, tongue against my teeth, drumming my heels on the floor, shifting in my clothes so that I can feel the fabric cross my knees and my shoulders ...... how could one give that up?
Guess I'll never have to vacillate about that one again.
