I have never thought of my body. The body. Something that is seperated from the mind Whereas the human experience is not within my grasp. If nothing else is worth knowing. Conceptially, being my body vs being itself- the conscious self - is a higher state of knowing. To infer what is a speaker in my body using this (my) flesh and blood as a deposit. This awarenss is not separated as in mind vs body. But the reason we exist? I feel almost embarrassed to say it. That this reason we exist, is without realizing how lucky we are. The fact is we don't know. It is in knowing that we don't. That makes for what is beautifully made. That there are no rules to be found, why we are just a body, that formed from the womb. If it is not divine in nature. Then my thoughts on this are false. Falsely put it.  

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That is all it can be. (Falsely put.) That our awareness is as ancient as the symbols we ignore in time. Which throughtout history, time is a sign that we ignore certain elements that make up what is made of just our bodies. Nothing else?

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The negation of our minds. That is what puts me here. That is what fascinating it is to think, my body is my spiritual self in human form. That without the soul, the body is nothing. There is that is nothing. That there is nothing to hold up the spine. A soul. A.souless spineless life in skeletal form. Just bones.  

Think abour that. I do.  

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I know I have been searching for a greater part of me. And i will never stop searching. Because to stop searching is to concede curiosities. The faculty of what is in my body. What holds me up is not the skeleton. It is the power of my self itself. The human body is the soul stored in flesh and blood wrapped with skin and traced in spiritual form. My body takes shape, the shape of an awareness we have no control over.  

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- Marco