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Outside In-sights
Outside In-sights
To turn inside out is a violent act, but to turn outside in is only natural. It is not to turn at all, but to face the world and meet yourself in it. This is not narcissism or solipsism. This is animism, anarchism, the primacy of perception. You are just anOther in a world that is alive. The surface of your body is the depths of your mind. The universe and you are inextricably intertwined; you are crossed-over co-projections, just as light enters the eye. The end is insight, and so is the beginning. There is nothing to put right but the stories we are spinning. Life is suffering? Only because we Love! We are all archetypal avatars and every animal god! And they are us! Consciousness is an infallible mystery. All truth requires poetry: without it science is invisible and religion is silent. These are outside in-sights: inclusive yet transcendent.
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Inklings
Inklings
Inklings are high-coo calligraphy. Intentional accidents. Attempts to capture words from the tip of the tongue and spit them joyously onto the page. To frame images of the ineffable in a collaboration with chance. To make space for meaning to find itself in marks that record a dance.
Inklings are creatures too. They emerge wherever imagination gives them air to breathe, where attention flows like water and crystalline eddies flash. They rush to the surface for a moment, leaving messages written in ripples, then back to the depths they dash.
Inklings are feelings free. Feelings that whisper in wind-currents while they tickle your chest. Feelings that gurgle in glistening springs while they frolic in your belly. Feelings that boom in the dark of night while they startle in your heart, that hint like the trees that make the moon wink. Feelings that glint in your eye when the sun warms your body, that dapple your tongue with the faint scent of adventure…
Inklings, they say, cannot be grasped. But then:
I hear you can catch a laugh.
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