hmmm, 1982... all i remember is tears for fears songs, pink and green flashes, building forts in the backyard, swimming with sharks, fluttering around like a butterfly until i hit smack into a brick wall. reality began to enter into the mind. what is this i thought? i'm not sure if i've ever fully gr
For Merleau-Ponty, we are never separate from the world. On the contrary, we are part of the world. In fact, we can only partake of the world, only know the world, precisely because we are made of the same stuff as the world. In his own words, we are part of the 'flesh.'
In his great essay, "Ch