I sat yesterday with two friends having a drink on the banks of the River Severn. It was a grey overcast day, a slight breeze, but beautiful all the same.
One of my drinking buddies pointed out that the trees were moving, the grass was moving and the water was rippling and he observed how his mind was enriched by the simply gesture of nature in all it's animated glory.
It then struck me how the visual concerto unfolding before us was being conducted by the wind.
Imagine a world without wind and then imagine how dull to the senses our surroundings would suddenly appear to be.
Invisible forms do indeed affect the visible.
I wonder who or what is conducting the mechanism of the human body? For there has to be an invisible reality pulling upon our strings, animating our form.