The Animal

To see and be the ugly things of life.

To know there is terror in the sublime.

To be a biological organism, a bipedal mammal with opposable thumbs;

witness the animals as they come together to gather round the fire & make their greatest mistake as they take the communication system moulded from noises and turn it into language: a feed-back loop into which members of the group will descend when they discover how to talk to themselves & not others;

necessary lie of grammar, to anchor our respective first-person perspective it gave rise to the lie that is the “I”, the insistence that there is something different inside of us.

Can you appreciate sensation: the feeling of vibration; the harmony of eternal energy composing & flowing through us?

Is there hope to be discovered of escape from the day to day after day after day of feeling dull & repetitive & dull & the same?