the great Void

Dreams are partly crippled bodies that say, “Throw away your crutches and fly!” I’m above the rooftops, high. You can’t stop where dreams come from. You can’t escape seeing how gnarled you are. You don’t outgrow being a damaged baby. You just grow.

Freud speaks of a dream navel with tangled root systems vanishing from view. The great umbilicus. Where does it lead? Unborn places, thoughts and feelings waiting for a chance at living.

Everything one feels changes the void. Everything a baby feels changes the void.

God says: You will give birth in pain. I take it, psychic birth. And joy is painful too? Yes, joy is painful. But joy is joyful.

Yes, joy is joyful.

— Michael Eigen

 

The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.

— Samuel Beckett

Louis Faurer