What is reality? What visceral and metaphysical mechanism converts the objective into the subjective? I have often thought we are mistaken when we regard reality as a simple, basic given, when it is in fact the most twisted of creatures, the most stratified, most packed with organs, glues, tubes, fats, and cartilage possible to imagine. The animal in which we live, the annelid worm with flesh made of the infinite dust of stars.
