I’m sure that when I was in high school biology I could explain the importance of the pores in human skin. After all, there are millions of them. When I practiced football during summer two-a-days wearing a heavy cotton jersey, those pores seemed to be the source of gallons a salt water leaving my body. But now that my high school brain cells have disappeared and that jersey has thankfully been retired, I can be more philosophical about the importance of pores, I wonder if they have another function.
Nature feeds us in many different ways, and perhaps we also draw life through those millions of pores. Perhaps they are each a portal to our soul, and through them our soul gives expression to all that it receives in millions of diverse and wonderful ways. Large conceptions of the soul’s potencies speedily manifest themselves in life, and manifest in as many ways as our skin has pores.