I have been spending a lot of time by myself these past few weeks. More so than ordinary. Among the emotions of my mundane existence I find myself thinking about the human form and what we are as beings. I have been thinking about growth, emotional as well as physical and what it means to have a body.
The more I consider the human body’s shape I see a plant like outgrowth sprouting from the head down away from the brain. As if our head is the root and out bodies merely projections of sensory equipment into the 4 dimensions of normal existence.
Somehow the tendrils of the human mind take soil in other dimensions of existence, beyond the fabric of reality, beyond our current understanding of life.