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Thursday, September 22, 2011 "I was still nobody. I still did not have a body. When I lay in the grass I was the grass, when I swam in the sea I was the sea. [...] I went in and went out as I wished in the green cellars of the plants, in shifts of mist, perfume, and shadow, and they one and all fitted me as if I had been poured into them - much better than the human skin in which they later imprisoned me."
This was written by Vesna Krmpotic in Eyes of Eternity (1979).
Who was she when she wasn't yet a body? Who was she as she poured in and out of different life-forms? The logic of the thought dictates the following answer: life itself. Life, not its forms. Life, not the forms it had been fitted into. That which is embodied. The eyes of eternity. Consciousness, that is.