11. Innumerable enigmas
The senses sharpen, and with them, our abilities. The body cultivates memories that prompt us to dialogue with specific contexts; some are nestled in taboos. Cultivating this land, this context that is our own body, is to care for our intimate place of sensitive encounters, it is to love ourselves.
The human being is unaware of the secrets their body holds, an infinity of potential memories that escape the imagination, surpassing all language. Non-intellectual modes of thought sleep within intuition and sensitivity, so despised and ridiculed out of fear of the unknown.
We have often projected our inner enigmas outwards, into metaphors, tales, and legends that have made us dream of unreachable possibilities. Naively, I still believe in them for the pleasure of finding what words conceal, for the pleasure of constructing, through my experiences, my own truth, subjective and coherent. I question the body, which reveals evidence to me.
Not to forget: Alter the worlds that intersect, human, seed of chaos, and question everything in your path, even your reflection, to regain your memory once more.
11. Innumerable Enigmas