“Yet despite uncertainties I felt a shiver run through my wooden/fleshly limbs. Did wood become flesh in a quantum instant? I had changed. Did I remember the forests from which I came? Were they forests or deserts or grassy valleys that had undergone tumultuous, mutual, unrecorded ages? Ancient forests under a Sea of Space. Ancient wood sensitized into the flesh of art in waving ground on which I stood.”
{Wilson Harris, The Mask of the Beggar, 2003}