In the museum, a wooden bodhisattva
is armless, like Venus. Unlike the goddess, she has no breasts;
yet, this is a vital woman none the less.
Displayed in a
glass box, she stands not for sexual desire, but a mind in
which they could read
vast amounts of information about plants, animals, landscape, and
Dreamtime stories. With certain kinds of cross-hatching and dots, to retrieve information about this rock, somehow
there must be a collection of information from all over the brain.
In other words, if we put it that way even the word 'rock' may
be stored all over the brain and all the various attributes which
the rock has are stored, not necessarily just
simple two-dimensional designs, they could read all they had to
know about a location and its many languages. They said the white
man couldn't read this pattern language because love is the
practice of naked compassion.
A reticular bridal gown of
vines and leaves.