Wednesday, November 16, 2016

We think it’s our skin

We think it’s our skin the rain is falling on, and since we do it probably is, at least in some dimension. After all, it does seem fairly obvious — until, of course, we recognize this widespread flesh conspiracy, meant to cover up the simple glorious truth, which is that the rain is not falling on our skin, but our spirits are rising to meet the rain, and when they touch, the skin, looking on, rejoices. And now, dear ones, let us go back to bed and see what the next dream is.

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