Sometimes | the image of the physical world is not so much a dance of gestures as a woven texture. Light, sound, touch, taste, and smell become a continuous warp, with the feeling that the whole dimension of sensation is a single continuum or field. Crossing the warp is a woof representing the dimension of meaning—moral and aesthetic values, personal or individual uniqueness, logical significance, and expressive form—and the two dimensions interpenetrate so as to make distinguishable shapes seem like ripples in the water of sensation. The warp and the woof stream together, for the weaving is neither flat nor static but a many-directioned cross-flow of impulses filling the whole volume of space.    I    feel    that    the    world is    on    something in somewhat the same way that a color photograph is on a film, underlying and connecting the patches of color, though the film here is a dense rain of energy. I     see     that     what    it    is    on    is    my     brain—"that enchanted loom," as Sherrington called it. Brain and world, warp of sense and woof of meaning, seem to interpenetrate inseparably. They [hold their boundaries or limits in common] in such a way as to define one another and to be impossible without each other.

Alan Watts, 

__The Joyous Cosmology__

 "It would seem that our laws which describe interaction on the molecular level are mirror images of those psychophysical laws which deal with the sensory representation of that interaction," and "apparently," Fischer continues, cueing Sherrington, " whether we look at chromosomes, cathedrals, or even into the mirror, we always look at our own brain" (368)