Far from arbitrary, the notion we are far more than our senses is not new. I often feel my writing is in vain but a little stone throw in a sea creating a tiny little wave that may arrive to the feet of your eyes asking…for what are you grasping and seeeking to taste? Is it a momentary fetish or consummation or connected to a deeper disciplined commitment to lineage? We have a bit of time still to come to our senses, singularly and collectively, before we may witness a great deal of loss. Change rarely comes from grand gestures of burning trash or riots in the street, but connecting more deeply within and radiating out discipline from the heart connected to higher intelligence in a bigger picture of things. For the subjectivity and objectivity of things, any form of ism must always be turned upside down, inside out, and mirrored back to itself, through cyclic experience to discern a sense of coherence in creation. Therefore the wisdom uncovered in kinesthetic and somatic research could put together missing parts of the human relational puzzle. And with that, sometimes old news is better than the new, news :)
December 22 2021: The Missing Female Homunculus
From Haven Wright supervised by Preston Foeder, Leonardo (2021) 54 (6): 653–656.