Fish
Sharks never stop moving. Perhaps that is why they never get cancer. Weren’t we once amphibious? In our dreams we fly and swim, which, after all, is flying weightless through water. Is our dream of weightlessness in fact a memory of when we floated inside another being? Are we struggling to recapture a freedom that was once second-nature? Perhaps it’s only a question of remembering how to transform the oxygen all around us into a form that our bodies can use. And that’s not the only skill we have “forgotten”. Animals all seem to have navigational abilities unimaginable to those of us who struggle to get the map the right way up. All this implies the existence of a buried self, speaking to us now, through our own yearnings; transforming now into plans to “meet up.” Someday. Mantra: “I transform”
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