We’d thought it was one way, it wasn’t. We were wrong. So very wrong. It isn’t where the body goes that the mind follows, it’s the other way around. Where the mind goes, the body follows. Looking back, seeing it how we do now, it’s amazing it took so long to change our point of view.
“You can understand why though, right?”
“You ever see…In a book or old pictures. Images of homes from before.” He turned a dial, typed in a line of verse, checked the record player.
“Mhm, yeah, pre-Fall.”
“‘Home is where the heart is’ was popular. I’ve seen it a few times.”
“Wow, so they knew but didn’t know they knew.”
You make home where you are. Visiting a friend, on a trip, in a strange new place. It doesn’t matter where you are. Does the location pull you, or do you go there? How does that work? Have you ever thought of it that way, that your place of work pulls you—like a magnet— from home each day? Think about how you say it, I went to work. Right? Not the other way around, Work dragged me from home. In the end it’s about the same, but the details do matter.
“Think it’ll always take this long?”
“Oh goodness no. I imagine we’ll get it down to a tenth of the time, a hundredth. Less even.”
“Let me get the record going…Okay, you set?”
“Mm, yep, go ahead.”
“A-and there we go, open it up. Let ‘em fly.”
He pulled a lever, there came the sound of distant metal groaning. The spire’s roof opening. “Never gets old.”
Where the mind goes, the body follows. Every moment of realization is an awakening. Itching your face, your fingers move, up and down, your nails getting at the annoyance. Each new shape your body conforms to a ritual. This shape, this series of shapes, casts the spell that cures a minor skin irritation. But only once the itch was noticed—realized—could it be addressed.
Where the mind goes, the body follows. An inch, a mile, or light years. Space matters not.