Slice open the body and take a peek inside. Examine every inch of the intestine, the liver, the kidney, the lungs, the heart. The valves may not be functioning. The stomach lining may be corroded. We see. We diagnose. We put our findings down as knowledge. But no matter how we poke around and think we have arrived at some understanding, the body retains its mystery.
Sometimes the body allows us to do things to it. Sometimes it takes back its ownership. In the immediate picture we are capable of manipulating all of its parts by cutting, stitching, repairing, intoxicating, detoxicating. Yet the coded molecules have their own paradigm and timing—they mutate, repress, blossom—are part of the cosmos, ever changing and fascinating.
When I smell the aroma of boiled sweet potatoes, the nose is the mouth is the saliva is the stomach is the stirring in the groin is the tingling of the toes.
Image from Nano Wizard.
