Detecting individual life

The natural symptom totality is not a register overflowing with facts, but a meeting on the borders of the unknown, a living story, to be told, by the one who lives it, when possible. 

A story prepared and made, with present life, family, work, social and recreation conditions, but as child of past influences, sequenced and fastened, on a soil, with hidden links and indications as force, standing. 

The protagonist is a force of life. Absorbed in existing, the passion of the scenes, pleased to breathe, to feel, to sense, to do, without aim save joy of being. Tossed and turned by stimuli as living, tasting delight in outer things, all as boons. 

With a small circle of defence against the siege of all others, bringing disrupting strokes by values that prey and discompose the narrow horizon of selfish good and its ruts of desire.  

Force of life, easily is disturbed, disrupted, unseated — when it reveals a road, a course, and one or more causes, inherent or acquired, encountered or self-imposed. 

Interfering elements and disturbing conditions, influences that could be part of the drama or the stage.

Time or Temperature; Posture; Accompaniment; Outdoors; Indoors; Movement; Repose; Partaking of food and drink; Contact; Tension or Pressure and more, wrestled out from apparent unawareness, to be ascertained.  

Following it is the mental debate as brooding stress or weight of reflection, to survive, the constant care. Mind as embodied formless cause or important background, be it in a tone of sadness or fear, frustration or disdain. The single self with engrossing contacts, upholding a claim in a harsh economy that jolts thought by knocking sense, the physical wants and cravings.  

It brings sensations. Varying as widely as physiology allows. From hot and burning, to spasmodic and obstructive. From hurtful and sharply cutting to expansive and bursting, aching and sore, pulsating or hammering, dryness or thirst. A thread of whatever most casts its gloom and blights the pleasure of painless normality without sacrificing precise sincerity for colourful fancy.

When a door opens, to the objective world, that knocks on sense and observation, by its demeanour, revealed sensibility as a shell of stimulus interactions. 

When finally arrives, the algorithmically held recognition.  

If it was all, that would be captured, without regard for life as spirit. It would be all appearances and overt acts, seeing obscure matter, but not entering the heart of life that throbs in it. A one-sided preoccupation with outer shell, without capturing its quintessential distinguishing features of life, as author of individual responses and with precursory idiosyncratic predisposition. 

Therefore, letting slip, the power of dynamics behind the sloth of anatomical physiology that wears as human form. 

The rhythmic living part materially masked, is to be communicated with, to be influenced and encouraged for healing to ensue and form to be modelled better. Even if in sceptic days, the preference is to leave it undetected and with impatient feet of force trample the anatomical or physiological, identified as ailing, ill or unhealthy.