Nature, the terrifying dream-mother
not a common thing, and why? a nightmare where his saintly loving mother is a monster; and Dream inbues his Day, until he can’t partition Dream from Day, so waries of her.1
why’s this not a universal trauma?!
a meta-story, riffing off the Cortázar story: i read his story, put it down, i ask Is this a thing?!
then realize yes, and this explains everything:
Life is the dream-phase, and Nature is the dream-mother.
waking into Heavon, into bright eternal Day, we’ll be wary to acclimatize, to let it go & love her, since it's hard to shake the Maya.
Gaia-ism heard in: Life’s a bitch, in Pass the bitch;
and don't hold back on flatcakes: on plated pita / pizza / red placenta.
see Julio Cortázar, “In the Name of Bobby”, The New Yorker, July 1 1979