Monday morning brings a look-back, memories of the weekend. Several events remain vivid in mind.

We enjoyed breakfast once again at Daddio’s Diner. The dining room is compact, bustling with patrons, griddle-man, and several waitstaff. We found two seats at the counter opposite the griddle. Hash brown potatoes are cooking at the back of the griddle, gently moved about with the spatula. Bacon cooks at the side, emitting that pleasing aroma. The main attraction though is the vivid yellow of just cracked egg yokes resting on the buttered, hot steel surface. Yellow perfection as if three yokes were triple yellow suns.

Shortly afterward, we decided to take a walk from the Fabyan Estate, taking the walking path that runs northward along the river towards Geneva. Plants are responding to touch of longer and warmer days. Siberian Squill flowers in early spring, bloom to cover the wood’s floor. I feel excitement to see such intense blue tiny flowers, against a background of winter brown and grey.

In both instances my body nudges me to reflect upon vivid yellow yokes, and rich blue of tiny blossoms. I am awakened. Nietzsche further states that the body’s intelligence is marked by competitive loves, a multiplicity of evaluations. The body “remembers” experiences which attracted and those that repelled. A “self” which is none other than this body, — deciding/acting, or to put it differently, “ruling.” My body, your body my friend, is a “mighty ruler.”

Good advice! Enough encouragement to “back away” from the crazy-talk pundits, shilling snake-oil ideologies, at the behest of their bosses.

You and I already possess sufficient reason, intelligence, and sanity that we need.

“Body am I, and soul”
– so says the child.
And why should one not speak like children?

But the awakened and the knowing say:
“Body am I entirely, and nothing more;
and soul is only a word for something about the body.”
The body is
   a great intelligence,
      a multiplicity with one sense,
         a war and a peace,
            a herd and a shepherd.

An instrument of your body
is also your little intelligence, my brother, which you call “spirit”
— a little instrument and toy of your great intelligence.

“I,” you say, and are proud of that word.
But greater is that in which you do not wish to believe
— your body with its great intelligence;
it does not says “I,”
but does “I.”

…Always the self
listens and seeks;
it compares, overpowers,
conquers, and destroys.
It rules,
and is also the ruler of the “I”.

Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother,
stands a mighty ruler, an unknown sage
— it is called the subconscious self;
it dwells in your body,
it is your body.

    There is more reason, sanity and intelligence
                   in your body than in your
                            best wisdom.

Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by Thomas Common, The Despisers of the Body no. 4