Piece of Fiction (Part 1)

He put down the book, finished.
He sat digesting what he had read.
A tulpa, he thought.
A thought-based life form, brought into existence by intense meditation, and maintained with thoughts, as opposed to food and water. If such a thing could exist, and apparently has existed, then perhaps the tulpa model could be applied elsewhere. Perhaps these phantom limb sensations he'd been experiencing since his arm was amputated, were in fact the beginnings of a tulpa-arm.

With time and effort, he thought, I can bring my arm back into existence. I can make it as real as before. Maybe better; if the arm runs on thought-energy instead of food energy, maybe it will never get tired. The possibilities swirled in his head at dizzying speed.