What a cornucopia of contrasts we large-brained creatures enjoy! All of our five senses combined with time, space, balance, aesthetic, and a host of other concepts gives us a spectrum of comparison and juxtaposition that is unparallelled (maybe – contrasts in perceived electricity, magnetism, light and sound might be more pronounced in other species than I imagine! How do animals know when and how to migrate or mate or find a spawning place?). Sensate – sentient – sensational. The world is a vast canvas of contrasts.
Prickly, feathery, cold. Down on snow, covered with a pine bough.
I can lose myself in texture and scent and taste even more than with sight and sound. My guts are more involved, my brain less so. I am enjoying a book by one of my favorite writers, Walter Wangerin Jr. What I like about his voice is that it is so thoroughly visceral and ancient. It makes me feel grounded. There’s a holiness in that. Contrast helps me know that I am alive.
Perfect contrast, Scilla.