“I ask myself what is the sound of women? What is the word for that still thing I have hunted inside them for so long? Deep inside the avalanche of joy, the thing deeper in the dark, and deeper still in the bed where we are lost. Deeper, deeper down where a woman's heart is holding its breath, where something very far away in that body is becoming something we don't have a name for.” HeartLongStillsBodyJoyAsksNamesLostSoundWomenDarkBecomingBedBreathsDeeperFar AwayDeep InsideHuntedAvalanchesBecoming SomethingLong Deep Book:Refusing Heaven Source: Refusing Heaven
“One reaches through to the continents and oceans of the imagination, worlds able to sustain anyone who will but play, and then lets the play deepen and deepen until it is a reality that few would even dare to entertain...The human imagination is the holographic organ of the human body, and we don't 'imagine' anything. We simply see things so far away that there is no possibility of validating or invalidating their existence.” WorldHumansPlayBodyRealityAbleImaginationExistenceImaginePossibilityOceanDareOrgansFar AwayContinentsIdealismHuman BodyHuman Imagination Author:Terence McKenna