Friday, October 09, 2009
If my self was my dwelling, then my body resembled an
orchard that surrounded it. I could either cultivate that
orchard to its capacity or leave it to the weeds to run riot in.
. . . One day, it occurred to me to set about cultivating my
orchard for all I was worth. For my purpose, I used sun and
steel. Unceasing sunlight and implements fashioned of steel
became the chief elements in my husbandry. Little by little,
the orchard began to bear fruit, and thoughts of the body
came to occupy a large part of my consciousness.
Posted by AngloAmerikan at 6:07 AM