Single Body

Single body:

our skin too belongs to air, less a barrier than a bridge touched between a gathering of our senses and the extension of the world. There is really only one body, found in layers and perceptions, universal, expanding in its self-creation. We are the singularity that somehow desired it’s expansion, the continuation of the Big Bang, individual, aware, but always part of this enlargement of desire, a single body really. In this light we are simply layers of participation, cells and molecules of the next greater layer, being the skin of some further continuation of this expansion.

essential aspects of the whole.

a single body.

yet we believe ourselves to be somehow smaller, a world entirely of our own separated from infinite other smaller worlds, all untouched by the very thing of our containment. But there is only a single air between us, one sky caressed against each world, being the bridge of our connection. We are not smaller worlds at all, something far greater still, and not even really layers of participation — we are that single, larger body, the universe in self belief of being a smaller world. It’s an illusion of the senses, that we claim the view as ours alone, every sound only for our ears, a touch exclusive to our skin. It’s not like that at all though, letting go of the belief of self containment and our world grows very…