Just where is this photo from? All I know is that it dates from 1962 or 1963 and was taken in the vicinity of Soest, Germany. I believe it is a war memorial of sorts. I was so captured by its grace and composition that I incorporated it in the cover to Sense — that is me in front of the prone bronze.
In the midst of a meditation on the mysteries of food and its consumption comes this passage:
Not just the physiological self, the perpetually hungry, eating, food-besotted self, but the nighttime, dreaming self as well — these rebuff our attempts to understand them, let alone define and control them. Mysterious as we are to one another, we are equally mysterious to ourselves. And this mystery deepens with time, when we see that answers to our questions are in continual retreat, like desert mirages.
