Imagine your Body. Let your Body imagine you.
Your Body is all you have imagined until now.
Your Soul is the glow of your Body this moment.
What you imagine today is your Body tomorrow.
To imagine anything but your Body is a dream.
To imagine that your Body is any less than a cosmos,
each cell a furnace roaring with delight, each atom
a wild and perfect swirl of sentience
whose center is the womb of suns,
and in the silence at the proton's core,
the infinitesimal pause between the pulse
of quark and anti-quark, this sky,
this vast out-whirling mother of night
who mantles all our hope with stars:
To imagine your Body anything less
is the oringinal sin.