THE BODY

Do our bodies speak to us? The answer is “probably”, but the definition of “speak” lacks certainty. If a leaf is blown against your cheek as you cross through the grass, is it a challenge? When the light bulb in the hallway burns out, it has said nothing. A body is like a bulb: the heat within it is blind. It is the same with thinking, the hallucination of language, itself a more reflexive hallucination. Language is the hallucination of energy, like when you understand the meaning of a poem, like when a kind man becomes murderous, like the flight pattern of a comet. In this way, it is possible that the body is the hallucination of the mind, itself buried beneath these layers of sediment – the rocks, the dirt, the earth of “knowing”. In time, our bodies revolt. Wholly, we are creatures of revolution, no different from the hawk circling the sky, awaiting the emergence of the mouse.
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and it may all be an illusion ...
divine