I find that when an era in your life ends, you can look back at it however you want. Sometimes accompanied by images and sometimes out of pure feeling, we morph our experiences to an extent which we deem comfortable for ourselves. You may hold this process to its actuality – that is to say, the reality – or, you may morph it and, hence, perfect it, to artificiality. The final question then holds, “why deny the obvious necessity of remembering?”
Being in love today is inevitably communicating with the entire planet. Feeling the consciousness of the planet.
∆ Preciado, Beatriz. Testo Junkie: Sex, Drugs, and Biopolitics in the Pharmacopornographic Era. New York: The Feminist Press at CUNY, 2013
The edges of the heart-field
are difficult to determine
when in wild landscapes.
It is a constantly changing identity
like a coastline
whose edges contain many bays and inlets.
It extends itself
to the farthest reaches of which it is capable
when it is reactivated
within the landscape from which it emerged.
⚘ Stephen Harrod Buhner, The Secret Teachings of Plants: The Intelligence of the Heart in the Direct Perception of Nature