Bodiless Existence
Very few, if given a choice, would opt for a bodiless existence. I would happily run with this choice. Let me cite one immediate benefit of this during these winters. Bathing wouldn't be a physical act anymore, but a state of mind. Vibes do not stink. A body, though a masterpiece of creation, is a body after all, bringing my creatureliness to the fore . No matter how much I care for it, its vagaries subject me to untold sufferings. Ask me what it is to have an upset tummy marching south and no asylum around. Somebody has said: "How long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you happen to be." Even on the other side the things are not always pleasant. Sensing the urgency, at the summons of nature, when I take up the call I realise that I don't command my bowel movement. My body lets me down. After the little that I manage to extricate from the clutches of my bowels, imagine, the tap runs dry and the tissue roll hasn't been replaced:-( After all the