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fallen to the foot part of the duvet cover. Could this be my soul?
I shake my leg in an attempt to disperse the substance evenly into
the rest of my body, just like one would shake a duvet a few times
before laying it on the bed. I feel the substance in my foot spread
upward within me. It now occupies my feet, my thighs, my torso,
my belly, my chest. It finally reaches my head. I assume my pose
within the boundaries of the tape markings. After half an hour of still silence, Herman’s high voice penetrates my mind like the ringing of a bell: “Good morning.” “Good morning” I reply, feeling my warm breath on my ankles. “Today, I have prepared a question.” “Oh, that is great. Only those who ask will learn. Others remain ignorant.” I let his words pass me by and proceed with my well-planned speech. “So tell me Herman, I thought you were a practicing Jew. How come you disobey the bible every day?” I do not hear a change in his pace. I continue: “After Moses received the Ten Commandments from God, he was upset with the Jews for having built a sculpture. He told the Israelites that God disallows the construction of sculptures. Creation is exclusively the act of God. How can you try to teach me Kabbalah at the same time that you are breaking one of the most basic rules of your religion?” Herman pauses for a minute. “My child, you are angry at me for no reason.” He replies calmly. “I want to hear your answer to this question. Please, I am interested to hear what you have to say for all your clay monuments of naked women.” I do not pause between my sentences. I will allow no weakness in my attack. “I am not attempting to replace our creator. By sculpting your body and soul, I am merely attempting to contemplate our creator. I am trying to better understand God’s creation, not mimic it.” |
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