“My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. What do I care about knowledge? All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling intervention of mind, or moral, or what not.” –D. H. Lawrence
This reminds me of Kubrick’s “The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.”
“We can go wrong in our minds.”
Indeed. Just read the news.
Undoubtedly, our age is more disconnected than any before it from the physical—from blood and flesh and the feel of sunshine on skin and feet on actual ground. And face-to-face conversation. And taste and smell and the delicate sounds that get lost in the wash of noise emanating from ubiquitous devices.
There’s a knowing that comes from the body that our long-ago ancestors probably were in touch with in a way we never will be.
Not that I want to quit feeding my mind. But I know I need to more fully inhabit more often my flesh and blood.
And feel as well as think.