If I place the back of my hand in the earth and cover it until only the two longest fingers protrude, I can very well call each of them « bits of flesh » for millennia and ignore everything that makes up the structure of my hand, its articulation with the wrist… humerus, skeleton, sitting right next to the « two bits of flesh » that stick out.
Notes & Silence 
With consciousness buried in our delusions, it is easy to think the fragments that make up our minds are the extent of our being.
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