Our bodies MUST BE the perfect device, the perfect carriage, the perfect tool...perfectly, perfectly, perfectly designed to faciliate the expression and cravings and purpose of our spirit. Why else would we have them?
The other day, when rubbing soap together between my two palms, I looked down into the bowl of my hand there, where the soap was resting, and realized--my god, it's perfect. It's the perfect soft little bowl to mix a potion and then rub on my face. The perfect vessel to carry water from the sink to my face. Made of the perfect materials to wash entirely clean. What is more efficient and versatile than that?
And I have to believe that everything, absolutely everything, about our bodies is this way.
And so if you have some grudge against your body...if you have some complaint you'd like to lodge with it...maybe take a look at it first, and ask yourself if the particulars of your little flesh-vessel might not just be perfectly designed to take you right where you need to go.
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