What is a temple…
God’s house? A chosen place with an altar? A space where the ancients offered up their hunger by making sacrifices of food?
What were they doing, these primitives, what bizarre psychosis
led them to believe in the alchemy that turned charred flesh
into next season’s harvest?
What aberrant pattern of mind-wiring connected between the furrows of their orbital prefrontal cortex and the almonds of their two amgdalae? Try to imagine the millions of axons and dendrites spread between these areas like roots and branches of trees in an immense forest, signalling neuropeptides, a host of many feathered birds flocking and swarming between branch and bough. The whole forest alive in a constant flux.
How is your own brain on reading this? Your own forest swaying in the breeze of these words that carry the scent of other learned forests entirely alien to it. Do you even know?
Perhaps this talk of science helps you to find yourself? These long words with their reason tentacles.
Can you feel yourself breathing easier now? Go on! Think your way to the answer, keep trying!
Perhaps you may find it easier if you open your awareness, and use the opening to set fire to the thought-food trains that come in the space between this and, this.
Breath, look up, and find yourself before the altar.
