Think of moments, including birth, as memories rippling through our bodies.
My mind is only one of millions,like the stars. Imagine one moment as all there is, to be in an upturned coffee table, sailing the Horn of Africa in a storm, masts quivering, sails snapping, ropes stretching,wood creaking, water blowing, the full moment's movement all you feel, thrilling and real.
I began to wonder if our images are real just because we think them. And lost, gone forever, if we forget. I wondered if we disappear as easily.
I began (as we do) with a mind open to the ocean of innocence and experience, but my thoughts were squeezed by ancient bands of beliefs formed from chemical memories, tightening and tilting and coloring my world. This is my way of defining how the circle of experience spirals and widens; how my egg of a mind began its fertilization, its quest to know itself. Ultimately, the mind always succeeds. With love, we grow up. There is infinity to remember once we begin.