At the end of it all, life might well be over in the blink of a dream. The spotless becomes blemished by perception claiming to know all from the base of very little, but the blemish is not seen by the blind who use the lie to define truth, and in the end the sheet of knowing becomes stained. The eyes are inlets letting all manner of things in filtering only in accordance with the values we impose upon ourselves. The ears are inlets letting in what can be heard filtering only in accordance with the definition of acceptance. Touch is an inlet letting us feel beyond ourselves primarily filtered in accordance with perception as defined by all things of our past, experiential by degrees.
Taste is an inlet letting in all manner of sensation which perceptions help define.
These senses are the inlets to the soul. Our actions and our mouth are the outlets of that which was let in. The scope of truth within the soul is that which filters what comes in before it leaves again. Standing on the wings of illusion, the elect turn from what they know grasping at the death they see as dream, the nightmares of flesh which leech the soul dry. Satan hands you the illusion of control only to steal away your eternal soul.