THE MEMORY OF MATTER is a return to the primordial birth. Not the mythological one, but the inner one. The moment when the human being remembers that he is made of the same matter as the universe. The body opens, expands, delivers, and yields. It asks for nothing. It seeks nothing. It receives. And everything that surrounds it answers. The dust becomes thought. The fire becomes breath. The clouds become consciousness. The earth becomes root. I am not separate from what I see. I am the cloud that explodes. I am the fire that burns. I am the ocean and the stars that embrace me. I am the origin. And origin is the spark that remembers.