...would be dug. I should've seen that coming. It was a very long trench. However, by the time we returned from a photo shoot late this afternoon, the earth was back in place, the surface smooth. This morning, as I searched for particular passages in David Abram's The Spell of the Sensuous and Mircea Eliade's The Sacred & The Profane, I learned that the sound of digging is a sound I can work with. If I could listen closely enough, I bet I'd hear the same sound coming from my mind.
Tonight I started reading The Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge by Jeremy Narby.
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