Literate training encourages a heightened awareness of personal physical boundaries and a sense of those boundaries as the vessel of one’s self. To control the boundaries is to possess oneself. For individuals to whom self-possession has become important, the influx of a sudden, strong emotion from without cannot be an unalarming event, as it may be in an oral environment where such incursions are the normal conductors of most of the important information that a person receives. When an individual appreciates that he alone is responsible for the content and coherence of his person, an influx like eros becomes a concrete personal threat. So in the lyric poets, love is something that assaults or invades the body of the lover to wrest control of it from him, a personal struggle of will and physique between the god and his victim. The poets record this struggle from within a consciousness—perhaps new in the world—of the body as a unity of limbs, senses and self, amazed at its own vulnerability.
Find a way to connect every project to something much bigger: a higher order value, a truth, a courageous goal, or a larger question. Then, if your efforts start to lag or feel mundane, return to that larger ideal that inspired you in the first place. It works.
I enter the bathroom, he left for his 18:30 class an instant ago. He was in a hurry, I notice it because of the open lens case. It was the left one. He left the left one open. The blue one. I think that’s his favorite side. He would go mad to think the circular lid touched the sink for a prolongated amount of time, without his consent.The first thing i’m magnetised to do is close the little left side of the lens case, my attention is completely centered in an act of pure care. I love you. I love you so much I will always close your lens case when you forget to do so. You will never know it was me who did so. You will never know my hands have cloned yours, your gestures in a secret act of love. Nonetheless, whatever happens I have endless, bright, faith when it comes to you. So I put my faith in the telepathic sense that you know. That you have felt my gestures replica between your own hands and that you respond with endless secret gestures of your own in my absence. You tell me “thank you. I adore you. I will forever braid your hair. I will forever let you have the bigger piece of fruit. I will forever organize your clothes the way you do so. I will forever.”
It’s only today that I come to realize, we’ve been constantly conjuring vows for each other.