I really feel exposed by my relating with that extended sensory attention of the body. By sensing the tangible in this kind of personal interaction, with its relation to everything in the imaginal field. It almost feels like existing itself is being dreamt by earth, and my being here is dreamt together with all there is, and it is dependent on this relation we have to the constant recurring dreams appearing in our imaginary field. In this extended meaning of the body, there is an inner moral commitment that constantly claims our attention. And in a sensory way, our existence is embedded in reference to all that can be sensed. We cannot be known without it. Another way of looking at it is that everything is perceived as reciprocal in this field, instead of being dead material objects in a world without a relationship to life.