I am thirsty.

I am not thirsty.

I'm not thirsty.

I'm thirsty.

I am thirsty too.

I was thirsty.

Fella gets thirsty sleeping.

I feel as thirsty as a desert camel.

Never. I've frequently been thirsty.

Thanks. Not thirsty?

Give me some water. I'm parched.

Here, you must be thirsty.

Water? Or would a beer do?

So when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness.

You bet! Working on Sunday gives you a thirst!

The heat makes one terribly thirsty.

Swan Lake always makes me terribly thirsty.

In that day the beautiful virgins and the young men will faint for thirst.

In that day shall the fair virgins and young men faint for thirst.

But what we lose, I think, is an accurate a felt sense of the sky, a sense of context.

So when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness.

You could have that kind of immersive experience of being underwater of feeling like you're underwater seeing what's going on.

Unfeeling?

He got thirsty and went on in. Said he had business that couldn't wait.

Just the basic feeling.

Try to feel the rhythm.

But robots are emotionless.

No, from sense.

I can feel it.

Paul, who's always thirsty. See what I mean?

Here's vulnerability, here's grief, here's shame, here's fear, here's disappointment.

Today, I feel the very same way.

No, I can feel it.

We're becoming desensitized.

And it turned out to be shame.

Jane Austin. Sense and Sensibility.

Wouldn't you be?

You're cold.

The aggregates of joy and suffering thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species,

Lest I strip her naked, and make her bare as in the day that she was born, and make her like a wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and kill her with thirst.

Lest I strip her naked, and set her as in the day that she was born, and make her as a wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and slay her with thirst.

Brené Brown The power of vulnerability

And out of that sense of failure,

It's impossible to overcome this sense that this is indeed longer.

And they can also sense their motion and tilt.