So there. I am an organism made of cells made of molecules made of atoms so surely the spirals of stars were meant to be a shifty nesting doll of layers connected at bridges like three-dimensional mobius twists and blown full puffing with air into spindles spherical. Which means that shifts in the space time of layering are inevitable such that I am also a cell in a larger organism collaborating and closely connected with all the cells around me inside some larger, though seemingly invisible membrane. A membrane that defines a unit of life, an organism.
Surely I’m truly capable of seeing this organism just with some other sense than my poor cellular vision. I have to learn to tap into the organism’s power to perceive more from the us-as-a-conglomerate-of-cells than the I-as-a-single-cell can capture. Just like the nerve cells of the body converge in the brain to become meaningful, so too we need to collectify our perception in order to get the message. To understand our place, as cells in a single organism, within the membrane of the universe. That is our life. Our existence depends on the truth of this.
We cannot yet conceive this understanding but we are on the verge of it. We feel it, deep in our interaction, beyond words. We sense it. We know it exists just before we have any evidence or collective-cognitive “knowledge” of it as parts of a single unit. The way some animals sense a storm, we are aware, certain in it. This understanding will leave us experiencing our connection, full-blown, first hand when it comes.
Let that sink in. We will experience our connection as undoubtedly real and infinitely intimately close. We will know how closely. How every breath and every choice and every action are to the benefit of every other. We will be inside the fact that when you are cooking you are nourishing me. That when I am sleeping I am accumulating part of the rest that you need. The exact part you cannot receive from any other source than my sleep. We will both understand the same way we understand our “own hands” to be our own objects of agency, that every move of the other’s muscles is tied, woven, threaded through and within each and every cell of each.
Then we will feel each other, constantly. Each touch will include me and everyone I have ever touched before and also everyone who has ever touched me. It will include people I am not touching through the connection that we share in other ways. We will be inside the boundary of awareness that includes total consciousness of how we are not separate ever, never were, at all.
Our awareness of our collaboration with each other will be the same as our understanding that every single second is an utter multi-directional collaboration with every other thing inside our organism. No matter who you touch, you will be touching me. No matter where I connect it will be a direct line tapping you.
There will be no more cursed then. No more cursed sleep. No more goddamned job. No more mortgage or ownership or locks or keys. There will be sharing. The infinite realization of intimate sharing.
It will be a librarian’s dream.