(Picture from 50 Shades of Zen)
I’m holding a big, juicy lemon in my hand. I squeeze it and roll it around. I smell that tangy, tart aroma. I cut the lemon, put it to my mouth and suck on it.
What is your mouth doing, right now?
There is no lemon. Just an idea clearly imagined, yet you are salivating as if you were actually tasting it. Your thoughts influe…