What the heat has to teach my body - its broken water mains and stagnant pools - with enough heat you could dry up either of these. With fire.
Thanks to a recent lack of air conditioning, I've begun to come to terms with my sweat. I would rhapsodize about why sweat is beautiful; how it's one out of thousands of ways the oceans we contain manifests itself, how we sweat in the midst of pain, of joyfulness, of lust,
but I'm mostly interested in its application to problems. When we say we have to "work out" a problem, we usually mean we're going to think it through. Perhaps some solutions literally require working out - work that is evident only as it appears in beads on the upper lip or forehead.
With this thought in mind, I enjoin myself and others to begin again the hardest work. (I don't have to tell you what it is because you know.)
A humble offering of our water and salt to the fire of recognition, maybe the god of us water-creatures will notice and take pity.
Thanks to a recent lack of air conditioning, I've begun to come to terms with my sweat. I would rhapsodize about why sweat is beautiful; how it's one out of thousands of ways the oceans we contain manifests itself, how we sweat in the midst of pain, of joyfulness, of lust,
but I'm mostly interested in its application to problems. When we say we have to "work out" a problem, we usually mean we're going to think it through. Perhaps some solutions literally require working out - work that is evident only as it appears in beads on the upper lip or forehead.
With this thought in mind, I enjoin myself and others to begin again the hardest work. (I don't have to tell you what it is because you know.)
A humble offering of our water and salt to the fire of recognition, maybe the god of us water-creatures will notice and take pity.
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