A bright orange sun rising over Harris Creek this morning. The geese seem especially glad to see and feel it.

The body that is, before and after the projector switch is on, is whole in the sense that it is not composed of parts. The whole body is the production of many producers; it is an autopoietic machine, a machine that produces itself. There is no product other than the production itself and there is no raw material. We are speaking here of the unconscious, or perhaps more aptly the aconscious, body of experience.

The macrocosm is a social body; the microcosm is an asocial body, a body without societies. The "little people" do not divide themselves into groups; you can eat and/or have sex with whoever you meet; no one is taboo, no one is included, and no one is excluded; there are neither genders nor generations. The macrocosm is a projection of the microcosm.

Well that is about enough for a Saturday morning. My social duties call me.