A mother is so profoundly at the root of cognitive and representational experience that I actually sense my mother every time I make a word, letter… anything. She was so involved in my language uptake that language -is of my mother-. Eat food? Sense mother. Breathe? Sense mother. Touch something? Sense mother. My mother was -absolutely- foundational -in interesting me in existence-, not merely getting me here, and her mark is alive in -every single act of my mind and body-… directly… presently. It is far more subtle and profound than mere words can ever convey…