On Yamhill Street I imagined the
intralaminar nucleus, a kind of doughnut of cells within
the thalamus, is an intriguing structure. Its nerve cells send
out long axons that
reach to every part of the cerebral cortex, Significantly, it is a very great paradox
that liquid--the unformed water of life--and the stone--the
most solid and dead thing--are, according to the alchemists,
one and the same
thing. That refers to those two aspects of the realization
of the Self: something firm is born, beyond the up and down
of life, and at the
same time there are also returning axons that come down
from all areas of the cortex back to the intralaminar nucleus.
The thalamus and the cortex are thus connected in a
I could see roundheaded
people with sticks digging for tough tubers incubating
beneath. I could taste the warm sweet yams,
digesting the tome of their yellow pulp.
Too soon the
names of these
streets have not remained
strange to me. Too quickly toponymy exotic to me when I
arrived rings familiar.