paperclips and sandy fingernails

i perceive with an organ encaged by bone
yet surely thoughts and insights are not but mere impulses?
i see with nerves and fluid sitting in a socket
yet it seems that sight resides in something intangible beyond that decaying membrane
.. sight is so much more than images shoved down the optic nerve. it is experience. even if glimpses of reality are rare.
i live with the pumping of two ventricles, with the exhalation of a lump of lungs.
but life is not restricted by the physical. facilitated by, yes. executed by, some of the time. but it cannot be confined to the physical and biological realities. that is just existance. that is not life.