Consciousness is indefinable, except in how we sense it, allow the sensuous to give it form. When the mind is elevated above the body, we become unselves: half-alive, half-dead.
I am my body, for good or ill (ha!); but to be embodied is to heal.
The physical world is primary—without it we cannot survive … and without it we cannot think, feel, perceive, experience. Without it there is nothing.
All meaning inheres in what is, in the material—MATERial—Mother Earth.
If we destroy the earth, we destroy ourselves. Every drill fracking down into earth’s flesh is violating my own.
(Thoughts adapted from my notebook, July 2017)