Oceanic Feeling on Planet X

The main clue that Ariadne has left me in this labyrinth we are in just now is oceanic feeling. I’ve begun multiple essays that try to describe this thing and I fail every time. I’m not sure if this is some kind of baseline religious attitude that I have or what; thou shalt not explain the oceanic; the oceanic swamps the explanation and the labyrinth. Suffice to say that the stable orbit here at spacewhy swings about our little blue planet, the only home we have. My tears and my blood are salty with the sea; I come from the sea-brine womb. We have all been born into the oceanic; we return to the oceanic every night in our deepest dream. It is at once our planetary life-support, a four-billion-year memory structuring the unconscious, and a mystical capacity shared by mother and child that writes the future. And yet the oceanic is also lethal, an annihilation both psychical and physical; as Fred Moten says, “I ran from it, but I was still in it.” Each post on this blog, from drugs to the dying planet, to my own mortal psyche, is related in some tangential manner to the strange feelings transmitting from the sentient sea, our first mother. Okay maybe it is religious; lol. If you want a thorough study of oceanic feeling you can read this lucid and comprehensive essay by Jackie Wang regarding feminine jouissance, mysticism, and the middle passage. If you want to know what oceanic feeling feels like, just swim way out into the ocean.