“The memory of you emerged from the night around me. The river mingles it’s stubborn lament with the sea.” Pablo Neruda
(The myth of the goddess: evolution of an image.) “In your hands the honey of my mouth turns to poison. It is mere survival – yours and mine. Change is eternity.” ‘Awakening Osiris’
Places offering luxurious and unrestrained pleasure where body desires are gratified. Lusting after some nostalgic conception of the past can be even more spiritually poisonous (Israelites reminiscing about Egypt)
Palatal – of the palate Cleaning the mouth from previous things – To clear the mouths memory…..