Memories of dissecting a mouse at school. The teacher killed it – put it to sleep – with chloroform before class started. We pinned it spreadeagle to a board, sliced open its belly with a scalpel, and carefully pulled out its viscera, naming each part. Ever since, this operation has been, for me, an image of rational thought: killing, immobilizing and dissecting. And when killing and/or immobilizing and/or dissecting are either impossible or improper then an idealized model is invented to stand in for reality. This operation freezes the world – objectifies it. Both the object of thought and the part of me that thinks – the frontal brain – are gripped in the forceful vice of reasoning. It never occurs to most of us that there is an alternative use of the mind.