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The Surprising Ramifications Of Losing Your Head.
My girlfriend was wearing a look that was equal parts exasperation and an apparently genuine concern that I‘d finally lost my mind. So I must say that she handled herself with admirable diplomacy.
“I’m…just not really sure what the point you’re trying to make is.” she managed to stutter.
At the time I was still too excited by my discovery to sympathise with her confusion, but with the benefit of hindsight I can see how she might have been finding what I was saying difficult to follow. I’d been trying to explain that I didn’t have a head after all.
Of course, from her perspective I had a head. I understood that. I was also under no illusion that if I looked into a mirror, I’d see a head, with its attendant face, looking back at me. I was well aware that if I reached up my hand, I would feel a head at the top of my neck, but none of this changed the fact that from my point of view, looking out into the world as I, and you, normally do, there was no head to be found.
You might be wondering, as my girlfriend did, what the point of this observation is. What difference does it make if you can’t see your head if I know it’s there? It’s a fair question, but to answer it, we need to take a brief trip to the…
