“Reality outruns apprehension,” — Herman Melville
Your mother teaches what her mother taught
So McKenna quotes Melville and that itself is the interior
When I say these words to you— mother, father, teacher, God
I do not know what I mean
I know what I know, and I cannot
know what you know
so even in language we share only the ground beneath us
and even that reference shifts as we point at it
So I cannot know what you taste
but I can be made to know your nourishment
So I cannot know what you see
but I can be made to know your delight
Or we can yet reduce even further
down to one long-form metaphor
and speak of the human infant yet to be born
rapidly differentiating each of their parts
bones, muscles, veins, each with purpose
the very last installation comes just before the big moment
when the nervous system connects together each of these parts
and teaches them to share their secrets with one another
for the greatest good of the whole being
Each of us is home to a million billion microbes.
Do you think they know they’re neighbors?
Do you think they go to war?
That must be, after all, what doctors are for.
Your difficult neighbors are a gift from God, my love.
What good is a vow without a challenge?
Macro = micro
my body or your body
sacred as the body we share
one holy mind nurturing infinite consciousness
connected in an eternal net
one totality of heartmind soil