By its nature, adult existence revolves around either worlding in the world, or worlding in the womb And the first world in the world was breast And the second was the eyes And the heartbeat and the warmth and the voice and the softness continue as bedrock from within the womb, now bedrock of worlds, … More The breast is the first world outside of the womb

for the world, when that first forest-borne monkey ventured out into the African plains, the savannah where they would learn from their fellow creatures in that place, of weather and shelter, of the cycles of the year, of longer history, of new opportunity and of the eating of meat, and of the hunting and the … More What was it like

And few have ever included any sense of continuity with any words beyond the home – social or professional or historical or whatever Except for the world of ideas, academia, school – where I only ever felt myself a student, never an authority or teacher or guide or other power Always receptive and evaluating, never … More For me, the feelings of reality and aliveness have only emerged from a sense of being at home, actually in a physical home

A person or group toward you A person or community for you Which then suggests a correlate challenge, What do we do in times of aloneness, when there is no other? Or of dampened existence, when there are at least others, but with varying degrees of aliveness, awareness, engagement, or interest in you?

Live every day with your god – or mana, or the Dreamtime, or the ancestors, or Tengrin

And since then, perhaps a result of it but physiopsychically distinct, the additional burden of regular overwhelms of adrenaline or whatever during episodes of stuttering fear And more than adrenaline – the feeling of being blocked off from others, not able to be in relationship, or rather to be together – existential dread