There is a point beyond which senses cannot lead. Ecstacy means being flung out of your usual self, but that is still to feel a commotion inside. Mysticism transcends the here and now for loftier truths unexplainable in the framework of language; emotions register on the senses, too, as a rush of fire in the veins, a quivering in the chest, a quiet fossillike surrender in the bones. Out of body experiences aim to shed the senses, but they cannot. One may see from a new perspective, but it's still an experience of vision. Computers help to interpret some of life's processes, which we previously used only our senses to seek, trace and understand.
Where do we go from here when we leave the palace of our perception?
