Wednesday, February 04, 2009
A Pinch is All it Takes
" . . . now gentle gales / Fanning their odiferous wings dispense / Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole / Those balmy spoils” (Paradise Lost, 4.156-9). Just as the alar movement of these lines destroys the distinction between breeze and scent, so not only spice’s aroma but spice itself is what it is of. Spice is the substance of the topological filling of space, a fundamentally spherical phenomenon whose pluridimensionality defines it as the olfactory analogue to the ancient definition of God as a sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.