What is the body?

What is love, sex, kissing, gender, play, seeing, flying in the body?

What is network in the body?

Is the body a network?

Is the body a circle? A rock?

(Does the body have googly eyes?)

And what does the body know about other bodies? Birds flock, the centre holds, our centre holds, somehow. How nice it would be to live outside the physical universe. But here we are: a superbly ludicrous gift. Doomed to think. All these endless questions, endless answers. Your body is not this boy girl weird wet thing, made of kisses, just a nest—a hive mind—an internet. Everything connected. All those questions and all those answers.