hearing, smell, taste and touch. But that's not all. We have other senses like vestibular sense which helps you keep your balance and not topple over.
Or the sense of proprioception which makes you aware of the position and movement of the body.
Let me explain. If you close your eyes and stretch your arms right out, then move your arms in various directions, in front, at your side and so on. The brain knows where your arms are even though your eyes are shut.
Try it. It's good fun.
I tried this experiment at home to prove that it works and I accidentally knocked off the mantle piece a vase which my mother-in-law gave us as a wedding present.
My wife heard the crash and came in. She cried as she picked the broken pieces and said that I never liked that vase.
I tried to explain that it was an accident and she did not believe me.
I said I was conducting a scientific experiment, and to prove it, I closed my eyes again and moved my arms about, telling her at all times where my arms are.
This time I knocked and broke another piece of porcelain her mother gave her for her birthday.
She cried louder and said that I never liked her mother.
I did not know whether to deny it and risk committing the sin of lying, or agree and risk a bigger argument. I chose to say nothing.
She took my silence to mean that I really did not like her mother. Which is in fact true.
She cried even more and at this point I did not know whether she was crying because of the broken gifts her mom gave us, or whether she was crying because I did not like her mother. Or perhaps she was crying about both but in varying degrees of unhappiness.
I can never understand women.
In order to redress matters I offered to break a present my mother gave us. That framed photo of us at our wedding just outside the church for instance. My mother had sent the photo to some artist to paint it on canvass. It's an original painting. I could take it in the garden and burn it.
My wife cried even more and called me an idiot and a jerk.
I did not know whether this was because she liked the painting, or she liked my mother. Or both but again in varying degrees of likeness; if there is such a word to describe liking something.
As I said, I'll never understand women.
And I hate science. It doesn't make sense.
What do you think?