At around three or four in the morning (I can't honestly remember), I woke up and felt like I was broadcasting UV rays from my body. This was bewildering. Confusion and heat had somehow managed to become one omnipotent thing, a colossus of force and fright. The unitary constitution of my psyche was also dissolving. It splintered into fragments. The "I" was lost in a monsoon of confusion and UV emanation. I just wanted a damp towel, water, the promised land of frost and permanent sanity. But I knew I had a battle ahead. I knew I just had to vigilantly wait for the monsoon to pass.
When the body turns into a UV emanation station in a room of dark shapes, life truly becomes unbearable. I now have a new-found compassion for burn-ward victims, those tortured souls wrapped in gauze, those poor souls screaming due to the pain of it all. Let it be fully stated that fire under the flesh is hellish when not desired. Sure, there is a fire that is innately connected to passion and creativity. Sure, there is a mysterious fire that animates all things. But the bewildering fire of heat stroke is seemingly none of those things. It is that which foments entropy within the lawful constitution of the psyche. Unenviable to the nth degree.
Oh sunscreen...I should have let you cover me yesterday. Why did I not allow you to anoint me with your protective and silky essence? Silly me.
Speaking of yesterday...
Yesterday was Canada Day. The fireworks display was magnificent under a clear, black sky. I especially liked the ones that whirled and twirled and shrieked like atmospheric banshees or something equally as implausible. Oh, and there were also the dragonflies and their aerial pirouettes. Oh, and the zoo and all of its animals and creatures. The meditating llama, the dreaming tiger, and curious meerkats were all highlights.
While standing in a coffee shop yesterday, I saw an advertisement for an art store or exhibit in BC with the word "Alcheringa" in it. "Alcheringa" is a beautiful word. It roughly translates to "Dreamtime". In the mythical dreamtime, all animals and humans share a common tongue, a common language of interdependence and mutual respect. The Dreamtime is Now, but can only be accessed through trance or dreams or rituals or the fire that is like a healing balm for the psyche.
Alcheringa forever.
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