Mankind is stuck in it's self-made shackles of time, space and gravity. Everything compartmentalized and packaged securely. That's not it at all. Life is thought and thought is words. Time, space and creativity.
Conception is seeded first in the soul, then it grows in the mind, then it is born from the body.
Desire, thought, action. I need to use the restroom. No, you don't. No, I don't. Perhaps it makes sense.