When we listen to music with others, the great rhythms of our bodies — heartbeat, breathing, hormonal fluctuations, sexual cycles, bodily motion — once separate, merge into a synchronized pattern. We sense that we are part of something larger, a community, a pattern of energy, an idea of the times — or what we might call the sacred.
The paradox of our time is that although we now know that consciousness itself is a full-body phenomenon, we have continued our campaign of denying the animal nature of the human animal by negating the significance, the relevance, the very fact of the body.
1w ago
I conceive a man's body as a sort of fiery mist enmeshed in the cage of the skeleton, and mostly resulting from the circulation of the blood.
2w ago
I conceive a man's body as a sort of fiery mist enmeshed in the cage of the skeleton, and all that I conceive the whole universe to be; and the body's nerve and blood as rivers or streams of this mist, and all the mind's relations as a congeries of symbols of the body's relations unto the body itself.
The tissue was just hanging there, loose and slack. My skin had seemingly doubled in size. It was drooping, deflated. I'd never seen anything like it, until I realized I had. It looked like the leg of my grandfather when he was 90 years old.
3w ago
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
those moments when our sudden stupefaction facing the world grows so profound that a pillow of air seems to lodge itself in our throats and we suddenly notice we haven't even taken a breath in tens of seconds.
2mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
