That’s a good question, Marco, but I would go about it differently.
I would slowly ( very slowly) develop " learning to die" and
" going meta" before I would ask for a relationship between them.
These are to my third ear, disembodied concepts. They are nowhere, coming from no one.
For example, " going meta"…
And when " going meta"…what happens right before " going meta"?
And does " going meta" have a size or a shape?
And when “going meta” what was meta before it was going?
You could then locate a trajectory of thought/feels, sensory based cues, see-feel-touch-sounds ,gestures and rhythms and tones, happening in a person’s sensorium. Then ,I would develop
" Learning to die"
And what kind of learning is that when learn to die?
And when die, what happens right before?
And what happens after?
As you can probably imagine, Marco, as a poet and magic maker, these questions can start becoming catalytic. Most people are never asked to locate concepts in a perceptual space. When concepts are located, ( whereabouts? on the inside or the outside?) it is fairly easy to create relationships between even the most highly abstract ideas.
When a network is established, you can point to the clusters of relationships that are already formed and ask relationship questions with powerful effect.
Notice how Michael, in our last call, modeled himself. He said," If you ask me does it have a size or shape I would say my love for my son is as big as the planet seen from a moon shot."
Love for my son has become a metaphor. Michael, I believe, has gone meta, in a creative way.
I asked," Then what happens?" The question is focuses attention upon the future of this metaphor.
And Michael gave me a whirlwind ( my metaphor) of a response, with gestures of waves and gravity with hands, body, voice…all of this is holographic of a much deeper structure, of an invisible architecture, made visible…
We are modeling space and time…but there is also something more fundamental than space and time that our bodyminds can become alert to…
Perhaps this is where Kingsley is coming from, when he claims Parmenides and Empedocles, as shapers of our civilization. I would claim that we are doing that shaping in our very own sensoriums if we could make explicit our meta-cognitive moves in the moment. Space is not just empty, it is also psychoactive. (W)hole? Empty? Both/and/neither/nor…and where does Space come from?
Once, when I was three or four years old, my father was driving and I was standing in the passenger seat, gazing out the window. This was before the age of seat belts. As I gazed out the window at a suburban street, with green lawns, and the smell of grass, people walking around, the clear blue sky, I asked," Daddy, where do I come from?" I felt something moving in my little boy body, in my tummy…in my chest…,an ecstasy…like pink roses blooming inside of me…
He said," You come from Alabama."
I said." That’s not what I mean." I gestured to the street, at all of that commotion, moving past the window," Where do I come from?"
He said, with a bit of fear in his voice," You come from God."
" oh…" I was quite perplexed and confused. I stopped asking questions of him. It bothered him…And I hid my ecstasy from him…
If I had a parent who could have responded with curiosity, rather than fear, I wonder,… what kind of relationship my father and I might have had?
And what kind of I is that, son?
And does that I , have a size or a shape?
And where is that I?
A child can go meta. And if we are sensitive to this meta move, of a child’s mind, what would happen, if we could work clean rather than with a sloppy metaphysics coming from a hierarchical, fear based, society?
Perhaps, in a sunshine society, a child, when she goes meta, will be expected to remember rather than to forget, who she is.
“The Child is Father of the Man” -Wordsworth
Most of us are assuming way too much about another person because of the cliche language we employ, a dead language, told by zombies. We already know what they are talking about, and we grow numb and dumb, sharing disembodied sloppy notions, like two drunks at a bar, singing along with Peggy Lee. How can you learn how to die if you never learned how to live?