The image is of neither mind nor matter. Nor is flesh a merely physical substance. The flesh suffers and, in suffering, imagines. Consciousness pervades the flesh. And in the flesh the image is both thought and felt. Flesh is not merely nerves and tissues, not merely meat attached to bone. It is the stuff of experience. The flesh moves and senses. The flesh lives and its life is imagination.
I think the image is the secret that Lorca tells us St. Teresa stole: "the subtle link that joins the five senses to what is core to the living flesh, the living cloud, the living ocean of love liberated from time."
Saturday, April 28, 2012
The Image (2)
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