Dark Brown Cowbell Oak
Is the phenomenon of synesthesia evidence of a purely physiological mind-soul complex —as manifested through the mechanics of neurology— wherein a system error persists and is well-tolerated, or is it just one more instance of witchcraft and demonism? I say the former: errors are the irritation that begets a pearl —and what moves mutation, the engine of our being. Error itself is the final proof of material and objective reality, for we do not know what we are but by what we are not. It is the imperfection in our being that finally distinguishes, see. It’s the snag. The nub of the gist of the rub of the Not and the Am.
