work by Alex Deleuse.

As the bird flies, I look up.
Without straining, it is natural to see myself in every new direction –
the paths are already known.
This is felt in the body.  Each new moving through, also felt here.
There is no movement without the other.  There is no other.

The life you are perceiving is different than the life your body experiences.  The body does not translate form in boxcars or bulk.  You have given names to your experience while the body moves through the experience, faster, deeper, not name knowing.  What you think you have lived and what you have lived are separate.  And yet there is a meeting, because the mind also chooses the the easiest path of naming.  It always runs behind, and in between the fluidity of body experience and the naming of this experience, there is a natural projection of the unconscious.  In this way, you are taking notes with an ancient language of symbol, deeply inherited.  Compiling projections.

There is no movement without the other.  There is no other.  You would do the same if you were him.  Every decision, every judgement, would be the same if you were him.  All of your decisions pile out of your particular travelling, your particular note taking, your particular longing, your own blend of daylight and dreams.  He would act as you do too, if he wore your cells.  Being you, there is only one way to act.  Being him, also only one way to act.  Knowing this, judgement of the other becomes impossible.

The larger movements of our time are perceived and felt through the body.  The other and the others.  Yes you feel as though everything happening at large is happening to you.  The collective night sweats in front of the screen, the slow ebb of patience and the flash floods of wanting, the poison of knowledge and the healing of knowledge.  Yes you feel as though everything happening at large is happening to you, the currents of connection in the appearance of disconnection, the fleeing of symbols, the disappearance of heart.  You know it as they know it as we know it.

As the bird flies, we look up, joining.