To the Metaphysican
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"Love is Blind" means "Love sees across thousands of miles"
Ansi (n.): to love; Ansihi (g.): the condition of loving. Related to ansá (v.t., v.i.): to grate, rub on a rough surface and grind to powder. That is to say, women's enactment of Cassava (Yuca/Manioca) preparation is an embodiment of loving for their family members, and for their Arawak clan ancestor the Cassava plant. The modern English metaphors that are similar are the polishing of a diamond or gemstone; and also the creation of a pearl inside an oyster who continually secretes a substance to coat the offending and irritating grain of sand that found its way inside the oyster's shell. The other aspects of preparing and baking Cassava also reflect acts of love as a type of crucible. The Cassava was washed with sea water which had to be brought in, tamped, compressed and wrung out in a type of strainer (*), further washed with sea water, dried in the sun, reconstituted with water and baked over the fire to be ready for the meal in the Yukayeke (yuca + eke: place where yuca (cassava/manioca) is eaten). And so the way to a man's heart is through cassstomach is through baking
Ansi (n.): to love; Ansihi (g.): the condition of loving. Related to ansá (v.t., v.i.): to grate, rub on a rough surface and grind to powder. That is to say, women's enactment of Cassava (Yuca/Manioca) preparation is an embodiment of loving for their family members, and for their Arawak clan ancestor the Cassava plant. The modern English metaphors that are similar are the polishing of a diamond or gemstone; and also the creation of a pearl inside an oyster who continually secretes a substance to coat the offending and irritating grain of sand that found its way inside the oyster's shell. The other aspects of preparing and baking Cassava also reflect acts of love as a type of crucible. The Cassava was washed with sea water which had to be brought in, tamped, compressed and wrung out in a type of strainer (*), further washed with sea water, dried in the sun, reconstituted with water and baked over the fire to be ready for the meal in the Yukayeke (yuca + eke: place where yuca (cassava/manioca) is eaten). And so the way to a man's heart is through cassstomach is through baking
- Ben Mattlin has written offering insights on "inter-abled" love. As I see it, the greatest gift of "disability" is the strength of knowing your own vulnerabilities as capabilities. And the mastery of mystery concerning this matter can never be discussed in full.
- Arawak Kalina people and many others yet enacted this type of love for thousands of years: to be at once fully human and fully divine. There the Beloved is an embodiment of the Real who is Deity, and the Deity is an embodiment of the Beloved, and to love our own spouse who is nothing like us is to receive the potential for knowing the Beloved and the beloved in that mythic "Eternal Embrace" as-one-at-one: male and female, and does not like divorce. This deity is the Real and only way any of us can live or love.
- "Blessed are the blind . . . for you can see what the rest of us cannot see", people like to say. But none of them has volunteered to give up their sight. They only rationalized the terrible gift of walking by heart and faith, not sight and the inevitability of "surrender" to uncertainty. They are like the tellers of the old "saw" about the perfect marriage between a blind woman and a deaf man.
- I have never seen my spouse according to his self-description when he speaks of himself, saying, "I am fat". To my touch he is slim, as is the timbre of his voice and generally I can tell a person's weight fairly accurately by their voice. Again he says, "I am ugly" but I have seen his soul naked and that too is false. Still, he says of himself, "I am stupid" yet he is the most intelligent and complex man - except for my father and uncle - whom I have met. And so, I hope mine shall be that "relentless love", that "does what is required", that "covers a multitude of sins", that "will not let go" (not abandon), that will "self-replenish, in potential and in deed. When I focus on where his face surely is, the sense of silver-gold "light" makes me think of red jasper . . . for faith, endurance, and perseverance through hope . . . for his own life has not been simple and he must first love Deity and himself greatly if he is to hope to love me and to forget the past. I must do likewise. He hopes to become a grandfather some day. That is my hope too: that he shall with me become that Maquareetchi and I shall learn and become a Grandfather-maker. And so, when he agonizes, "Why do you love me, why me?" he asks. What to say. To my touch he is a man made of bone inscribed and whom I know through his-my ancestors.
Music |
The first instruments of each people group, worldwide, or the first generation are the voices as original and primary instruments. The various types of "flute" that requires breath or wind to make a sound would be the second generation, and then the various types of "drum" that must be struck to make a sound would be the third generation. We might say that the stringed instruments are of a fourth generation - a combination of the two principles, requiring physical and metaphysical touch, a form of "wind" as a vibration. And then there is an instrument mentioned in Asian Indian and Khazak culture that makes a sound that resembles the human voice (*insert link) and this, we can imagine, is the closest to recalling the voice of Deity, the sound as a fragrance of the breath of G_d - be it figs or apples - intoxicating without toxifiying and calling all living beings into existence beyond what can be known or imagined. |