Our filius solis et lunae is an anima media natura

This is just one of those, "Did-you-know?" posts. We are at about 30 weeks now, and according to a study by H.P. Roffwarg et al, published in 'Science" (1966) called 'Ontogenetic development of the human sleep-dream cycle', the authors claim that at 30 weeks a baby spends it's entire sleeping time in REM sleep. The authors of the study think this helps develop the nervous system. This means the little monster goes straight into dreaming when it's asleep. What sort of dreams does a little monster have?

Johannes Fabricius writes, "With it's well developed brain and fully developed sensory apparatus, the fetus, at this stage, is submerged in a state of primal or prenatal 'consciousness' governed by dreams of a collective and archetypal nature. Alternating between dreaming sleep and waking dreaming, the fetal psyche may be described as an undifferentiated unity between conscious and unconscious states of mind." (Alchemy: the Medieval Alchemists and their Royal Art.)

Capitalism's gift to our child: a pacifier

As I mentioned, the little monster is doing nothing but growing now, and so room for frolicking is getting to be prime realty; so much so that the said frolicking is quite visible from the outside. It’s like watching one of those inflatable castles at the carnival when it’s full of kids in their socks bouncing off every surface. Sometimes I think this puts a bit of a strain on Sicily and I have found a way to make the little monster quieten down. I simply lean in close, so my lips are almost touching Sicily’s belly, and I say:
“Listen kiddo, time to start thinking about a career. It’s a competitive job market out there.”

the gap inside the space

Xmas and all that, it's been a while since I've said anything here. We are in the third trimester now and all the baby seems to be doing is growing. There's billions of neurons firing apparently and from experience there's plenty of movement. Sicily is tired and hungry and a bit Demeter-like all at the same time it seems these days.

I must admit I found the second trimester quite percolating. Like I was getting diffused. It was the rapidly dawning sense of responsibility - I guess. Now it's dawned on me and that's reflected in a certain level of being organised for this baby to come. Now we're getting to the stage of waiting for the show to begin.

Dream

The other morning I had a dream that Sicily and I were taking our seats in an auditorium/theater.