It’s been too long since I’ve been held, in a “Giant Hug”. How might I describe it? I’m not great at verbal description, so I apologize if the next paragraph doesn’t do justice. I’m writing it to remind me of positive times. I’m posting it because I’m frustrated by modern Manicheans, who try “to set the light-substance free from the pollution of matter.” The Giant Hug is an example of how the physical creates the transcendent. Here goes.
To start face to face, come in on the hip, and wrap arms around each other. More than arms, chest to chest, maybe head on shoulders. Not so tight to squeeze out the light, but close enough to form a place, just for two, sheltered from the world. A place safe, comfortable, whole and encompassing; to trust enough to close off the outside. The place can’t exist forever, but for a minute, it’s bare and open to feeling. Perhaps it’s consolation, support and empathy. Perhaps it’s friendship beyond the verbal. Perhaps it’s the reunion of lovers. The pure emotion is violent, it should not seep outside the dual circle, yet bystanders are drawn to gaze. They glimpse the fullness, the transcendent. But the eternal minute passes, and it’s time to return, reluctantly, to the universe. Yet, as the pair breaks apart, there’s the comfort of touch, hands lingering before letting go.
