Let me refer you back to GILL after he had got over his hospitalisation and 'cold turkey' from heroin abuse...he took a walk in the park...the autumnal leaves of the campus...and for once in his life - he felt as if the glass wall of his test-tube had come down...he could really FEEL the world around him and he accepted it as a new and good experience...not so the TASCHMANNS - read the worry and fear within this first post:

http://thetinyleaf.blogspot.com/

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a friend warned me that once he told me the truth i could never be saved, that once i found the words of truth i would be found, written down, and put on the map with a flashing red arrow, and could never plead ignorance again.

of course, he was referring to something entirely different, but if i accept his theory today as truth and i walk down the street all groovy in this body that does not exist, really, if we're keeping it real, and a breeze comes into laissez faire contact with the hairs on my arms that are as dense as a forest close up, but not here at all if observed with the right distance and clarity, i would not be feeling this visceral titillation that i am feeling. no, i would not whistle. i would not smile. i would not disintegrate into a melody, as i'm doing.