Photo by Aella: Moon, with superimposed pancake and insets made of histological photograph of cartilage with orange colour variation
What are you going to have it with?
I don't know; chopped nuts and honey maybe.
Just be careful when it comes to the cartilage. It is firm and elastic, difficult to chew. You may break your teeth.
Cartilage? Where is it?
Don't you know?
It is in the core of all things, a bone and a cartilage. It gives structure and support. It gives an axis, a point of return, a point of equilibrium.
I don't know what an axis is.
It is a stable central core, a base on which the more external layers lean on. It is like a trunk of the tree from which the branches origin. It is a tree's connection to the soil and to the sky. The same is with us humans, we have the spine which connects us to the earth through the skeleton of lower limbs and to the spirit through the upper limbs and skull. This is the base upon which all other tissues are based. This is a stable root from which all the other structures grow.
But it is difficult to chew on it. Better leave it to a cat or a dog.
What next?
Start with the topping, lick a bit with the tip of your tongue. Let the sweetness path the way to what comes after. Sweetness makes the heart melt. Linger there for a minute or two, give it the time it needs. Give a bit of gratitude to the sweetness. It makes you feel less defensive. You relax just enough to see the silvery glow of the moon beneath the flour, egg and milk bubbly pastry.
What then?
Proceed please, bite into the wavy edge of the pancake. Enjoy the smell and softness and how it merges with the sweetness of the honey and resistance posed by crunchy nuts. Apparently opposing: soft and firm, sharp, edgy and rounded and melting. Embrace all different tastes, all different consistencies. Embrace it all.
When will I arrive to the Moon part?
Just follow the glow. You will see a bit of it already on your fingertips as you handle your breakfast. Almost imperceptible, just a few sparkles of light, like a microscopic fireflies, dancing with the twist around your skin, lifted by the tiniest movements of the matter around you.
Wow, it is here indeed, I can see it now. I will take the bite where I can see a moon surface coming out.
How does it feel?
......(takes some time with eyes closed) It feels like a bubbly marshmallow with a hint of sea-salt and caramel. It feels like freshly picked strawberries with the morning dew. It feels like a Sunday roast with the family gathered around the table. It is like when you wake up from the afternoon nap on a hot summer day and hear muffled children voices at play further down the road from your window. And you are only a jump away from joining them. You know the moment when a magician takes the bunny out of its hat? A big fluffy white bunny appear just when you started to believe that there is no magic. It is crunchy and semi-liquid and it bursts with tiny particles of light.
How do you know that there is light? You have kept your eyes closed.
You don't need your eyes to know there's a light.
I feel it like an almost imperceptible song, a whisper, coming out of my ears.
It is warm and comforting around my heart space. When I breathe, it smells of eucalyptus and thyme with a hint of rosemary and lavender. I feel the glow coming like a sweet breeze out of my mouth and my nose.
I fill full of light. I fill round and globous. I could roll around like a ball. I feel full of moon.
When I open my mouth, I fill that it glows of shimmering silvery- white moonlight. I feel powerful. As if there is a whole universe in the background. I have the power over water. I feel how the tides change with my breathing. Breathe in and the sea comes forward, bringing the stories of the distant peoples and remote waters. Breathe out and the trail of pebbles remains, washed thoroughly by a sea water.
And, you know, my axis is sturdy and strong. My bones are laughing. There is this incredible joy; a magic bliss of knowing that I have just eaten the moon.
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