si come quando Marsia traesti
de la vagina de le membra sue
- Dante, Paradiso I.20-21
Life as gestation. The soul ripped bloody and crying from the flesh.
Hard to imagine Apollo as a midwife. Hard to believe in the waiting room's holy trinity. The father, the son, the holy smoke.
What is hell but the desire to return to the body, its warm and secret cave?