My world...my thoughts...my feelings...

My world, my thoughts, my feelings...to which i give preeminence; more than anything else. More important than verbal quibblings, intellectualisms and other cognitive 'isms' are the products of my affective faculty. i love to 'feel' - happy, sad, wanted, glad, mad, angry, ecstatic, funny, weird... oh for a world of senses...like the one Keats aspired to is so much richer, so much more attractive. Of course, then you have thoughts that make you feel too. But then again there are thoughts that leave you cold, just like some feelings leave you bereft of any fodder for thought... .