Americans, when they are doing things, never seem really to be doing them. They are "busy about" it. They are always busy "about" something. But truly immersed in doing something, with the deep blood-consciousness active, that they never are.
They admire the blood-conscious spontaneity. And they want to get it in their heads. "Live from the body," they shriek. It is their last mental shriek. Co-ordinate.
It is a further attempt still to rationalize the body and blood. "Think about such and such a muscle," they say, "and relax there."
And every time you "conquer" the body with the mind (you can say "heal" it, if you like) you cause a deeper, more dangerous complex or tension somewhere else.
Ghastly Americans, with their blood no longer blood. A yellow spiritual fluid.
The Fall.
There have been lots of Falls.
We fell into knowledge when Eve bit the apple. Self-conscious knowledge. For the first time the mind put up a fight against the blood. Wanting to UNDERSTAND. That is to intellectualize the blood.
The blood must be shed, says Jesus.
Shed on the cross of our own divided psyche.