I make sense of my world and what is going on. It is there all the time.
Reality as I see it externally: my body, my house, my street, my city, the world.
Or my inner reality: my skin, my organs, my blood, my cells, my oxygen, the invisible part of me.
To understand reality I have objective vs subjective senses; the good old sight,
hearing, taste, smell and feeling. A continuous flow of impressions all coming into
my life. Just too many to get all at once.
To make sense on a personal level I have the subjective sense. The hardly noticeable and very quiet.
Never speaking loud, always subtle and waiting for me to make contact:
the sixth sense, the inner self, the intuition, inner guidance, subconscious.
I am lucky that I found the telephone number so I can ring.
In our endeavor to understand reality we are somewhat like a man trying to understand the mechanism of a closed watch. He sees the face and the moving hands, even hears it ticking, but he has no way of opening the case. If he is ingenious he may form some picture of a mechanism which could be responsible for all the things he observes, but he may never be quite sure his picture is the only one which could explain his picture with the real mechanism and he cannot even imagine the possibility for the meaning of such a comparison.
Albert Einstein -
The evolution of physics, 1938