Our body, psychology, and personality are so infinitely more than what we can conceive them to be.
They are infinitely changeable and elusive. They point to unguessed-at futures.
Think about your body and all its particulars — and how this differs from every other.
And I don’t mean just in how it appears, but in the tension of your muscles, the patterns of your movement, your blood’s circulation, your speed of response, your tics, your style of walking, your style of sitting down, your way of interpreting and responding to other bodies — open or closed, fearing or loving — and the way these metrics adjust in reaction to every person you meet.
Think about your height and weight, breadth or narrowness. The specific thickness, color, and length of your hair, the fleshiness and tension within your hands — and how all these things differ from every other body you’ve ever seen, or touched, or made love to.
But, go farther. See how your body fills a place in the universe. It was conceived on a certain day and started receiving energetic inputs from that moment — from gamma rays, earth vibrations, mother emotions, chemical spikes from foods and hormones, and even the shockwaves of human thoughts still moving through the earth’s pranic field, that never really cease — like waves on a sea.
Then there’s the every-second inputs from your desires, judgments, and memories.
These things formed, and are forming, your body.
Your body is a wholly unique sending and receiving station constructed in the womb — and reconstructed every day outside of it
It is a complex prism for exterior and interior energies that are infinite in their range of force, in their variance of pattern, and in their periodization of movement.
No wonder our psychology balks at trying to manage this — and we sometimes think we’re crazy!
We don’t know why we do what we do.
Our capacity to harness and use these energies is always changing — according to our mood, will, or outer contexts.
Your body is a wormhole to infinitely “other” feelings, ideas, vibrations, and, yes, universes.
It is a wild horse to ride.
Please honor it’s undefinability, its possibility. Honor the wonder of it’s making. Honor that it exists and persists.
Your body is a world and universe, and your sense of self and sense of will merely sit astride it.
This body is a magical wonder-machine that can do great things and sense great things.
You can honor it, enhance it, and apply it to some fantastic work — before it dies.
That done, your now-unhinged being will linger some time in midspace.
You will gather yourself.
And you will alight in another body, again.