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Wednesday, February 7, 2007 - post date

The New Skin

To open out a new wide area of consciousness means to slough the old

consciousness. The old consciousness has become a tight-fitting

prison to us, in which we are going rotten.

You can't have a new, easy skin before you have sloughed the old,

tight skin.

You can't.

And you just can't, so you may as well leave off pretending.

D.H. Lawrence - Studies in Classic American Literature

Plastic Surgery is big business-as-usual (b-a-u) in Colombia.

This industry's origins are said to be an artifact of Colombian

gangster culture. Buying your women new tits, buying yourself a

bigger penis, buying a new Hollywood cinematic physical make-over is

the most tangible sign that a ganster has arrived in their own

personal realismo magico/Hollywood fantasy/reality.

People fly to Colombia from all over the first world in their attempt

to cheaply, economically slough-off the old skin and to come into the

new plastic surgery skin. I have been modestly proposing that all

slough-off-ed, the lipo-sucked fat in Colombia should be efficiently

utilized so that this country could emerge as a major producer of

premium soap (see the movie 'The Fight Club').

There is something monstrous about the art and science of plastic

surgery applied to Colombian women. Colombianas are some of the most

beautiful women I have been blessed in being in the presence of. I

never tire of watching them walk/dance down the streets, in all their

grace and loveliness.

I say, Vive Colombianas!!!

But then there are the women who, as they walk down the street, must

find clearance for their hugely technologically enhanced breasts,

must suffer lower back pain in their misguided attempts to come into

the new skin.

And of course women are not the only ones subject to this

affliction. Men are just as predictably b-a-u about what plastic

surgery 'enhancement' they want.

The Sumerian culture hero Gilgamesh is said to have dived to the

bottom of the ocean and found the secret of immortality. But this

secret was stolen by the snake who achieves immortality by the

constant sloughing off of the old skin to come into the new skin.

Plastic surgery is a horrible, monstrous parody of this. It is the

sloughing off of the old skin to come into some more tight-fitting,

older skin. It is pretending. It is nothing but bad posture before

the mystery.

The secret that humans once knew, and the mystery that is the snake's

is the mystery of end-less, beginning-less transformation, of never

abiding in the stagnant, static, old, repetitious tight-fitting skin,

of seeing the mystery of aging not as a diminishment, but seeing IT

as the coming of greater power, as the coming of the real, new,

beautiful skin.