Venography

Two’s:
Hands, kid­neys, eyes, ears, lungs, etc.

One’s:
The mid­line: the sex, brain, mouth, the heart.

If it’s vital for the expe­ri­ence of liv­ing, vital for our self-knowing, we get only one. The dupli­cated organs serve the sin­gu­lar ones, or maybe the dupli­cated ones have the sin­gu­lar ones on the short leash. Chick­ens, eggs, carts and horses.

I am ask­ing ques­tions about the set up. Why does my brain have the expe­ri­ence of being in this body? Is it to know God, really? If no god, then we have a bru­tal (un)knowing of our lone­li­ness. I say unknow­ing because we don’t know what hap­pened before or after the moment our lit­tle aster­oid of a life shot across his­tory. It (this life) is his­tory, isn’t it? It’s not the future, for sure. We don’t shoot across the future. By the time any­thing hap­pens, it is old news, done, over as it began. I feel sad about that, and that is the con­di­tion of being human. Those who say they know god do not any­thing more than any­one else. They believe some­thing dif­fer­ent but are no more (or less) fer­vent in their belief than the (un)believer who is equally com­mit­ted to the “fact” of a god­less uni­verse. Every­one stakes every­thing of their exis­tence on this belief. Every­one. More questions..

Why do we hide our sex? Why are we afraid of naked­ness? Shame? We do instantly judge every pos­si­ble nuance of appear­ance. How does it help to judge based so much on looks? This is a prob­lem for C. Dar­win. The best mate is so much more than the looks, but the looks make us quiver. Smart? Who cares. Big tits please. I don’t get it. Maybe we learned to wear clothes because some­thing in us learned that looks kill. The clothes cre­ate the time needed to fig­ure out if I am smart/compassionate/capable enough to be a good mate. Still, no mat­ter how bright/driven/loving, if the smell is off or the hair is wrong, I’m out. I know this because I have ended rela­tion­ships for these rea­sons. Turns out I am just as base as…you?

What’s left? The mouth. Besides politi­cians who, it turns out, do have two mouths, we have the one. ‘Nuff said, yo.

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New fea­ture for you Bend Light­bulbs: If you fol­low me on twit­ter @bendlight you will find that I am going to be giv­ing 140 char­ac­ter reviews of pho­tos I like and links to those pho­tos. I have won­dered how to share the work of non-me pho­tog­ra­phers (huh? I know, but it’s true, there are other photo-graphers out there). This is how. Bend Light will con­tinue to beat you inces­santly with only my pho­tos. Twit­ter @bendlight will pub­lish my posts but added value there will be the witty lit­tle noth­ings about great pho­tos. Beware: I won’t hes­i­tate to include nudity or dis­turb­ing images if they stir my mid­line organs. Am I shar­ing too much now? Maybe? Sorry. I’m out.