Cut beneath the skin and the pretty eyes.
Dive between the ribs, plunge through the heart. Tear through muscles and tendons. Swing off veins, and cut through the arteries. Blast through the flesh and blood, and find yourself.
What's left?
When every bone is broken, and every capillary bleeds like a broken heart, what is there? What part of a person is left when everything is wrecked and dying?
The most important part. The spirit; the mind. It cannot be harmed by an scalpal, or perforated by any bullet. It cannot be touched by any hand, nor cast out by any force, nor changed for anything else in the world. It cannot be bought, it cannot be sold, it cannot be gained, and it cannot be lost, so long as there is an awareness of itself.
It can however, be scarred and harmed. A single word can cut it as surely as a knife cuts fingers. Betrayal burns like oil, searing away at resolve. Doubt gnaws like an infant at it's own nails.
But through it all, determination and desire prevail. The two-piece kernel to the sprout of the mind.
So what then is the body? Is it a reflection of who we are? Is it perhaps just a vessel to carry ourselves in? Or is it more?
1 comment:
I think of my body is a "temporary transport vessel" just storing my vitals while I am on this earthly journey. Although it might vaguely illustrate part of who I might be at the current time, it is also very deceptive because I am so much more....
Great post! :0>
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