Once Upon a Time…
One afternoon, you’re casually hiking in the deserts of Nevada and you come across an interesting-looking stone. It’s about the size of a walnut and full of color. Your five senses immediately kick in—It LOOKS really cool, it SMELLS like normal dirt, it TASTES a little salty (yuk), it FEELS very heavy for its size, you bang it against a nearby boulder and you HEAR a dull hollow-like thud. Your brain, having used its entire set of five senses to check it out, identifies it as potentially valuable. So it establishes desire and transmits a need to add it to your rock collection and commands your hand to—slip it into your pocket.
Meanwhile your body is screaming … NO!
Your brain is lying to you! Drop the rock and run!
Unfortunately, you can’t “hear” the frantic warning because you don’t know that you have a sixth sense. It wasn’t taught to you in school. It isn’t spoken to you by the medical community. It sounds a little woo-woo crazy anyway – a sixth sense? Come on, it doesn’t exist. Therefore, your brain doesn’t recognize the body’s insistent cautioning. So the coveted rock bounces around in your pocket for the rest of the day.
Later that evening when you get home you notice that there’s a red patch on your skin where the rock was in your pocket. It doesn’t hurt, strange. You also realize that your energy levels have dropped and you’re feeling a little hot and clammy. Your brain goes back to its tried and true five senses: I SEE my skin has changed color and I FEEL warm and a little sick. Aha, it’s the rock! There must be something wrong about the rock!
The body says… “Der, genius.”