Wednesday, May 6, 2009
We have it, reserves of it that we aren't even aware of. The ability to contort and bend with conflict, to leap over gaping holes that open into the center of the earth, to hold up the entire weight of our dangling bodies with mere fingertips! We have a memory of battle that we have never undergone, an instinct for survival in anarchy that has not yet fallen upon us, a base of knowledge as fixed as the programming of the bee that "suggests" he pollinate his flower. Sometimes we feel a twitching in certain muscles which have lain dormant and unused, and we flex them, remembering what they are for.