Tactile knowing.
Last night I was sitting in my armchair and I became aware of warmth in my skin. Ah ha, I thought, the tactile sense, the sense of touch.
So I thought why not take my tactile sense for a walk up to Manuka. So as I left the house I allowed myself to perceive everything through my sense of touch.
And everywhere I looked I found things touching. In particular I found the motor cars touching the air. And the air touching the motor cars. Indeed the touch of the air on the cars had formed their very shape, for they were streamlined to the touch of air at 80 kilometres an hour.
And then I thought of the jet fighter touching the air at 800 kilometres an hour. And a shark touching the water as streamlined as a car or a jet. In fact the touch of water and air create the same streamlined shapes.
And indeed it is shape that we touch. So as I moved up to Manuka, I touched the shape of the trees, the shape of the lights, shape of even the petrol station. There were shapes everywhere, extraordinary shapes, beautiful shapes, half hidden shapes, with the sense of touch revealing their magic.