With the body, there is vulnerability.
We live as if we weren't fragile beings, a mass of cells held together by the frame of our body. We live as if our pulsing heartbeat, our expanding lungs were normal, right, a foregone conclusion. As if we crafted our bodies and ourselves set them to pace out their days.
Oh, but it is intricate. It is complex. It is elaborate - more than we can imagine. And none of it our own doing.
We pay the body so little heed (except to track its appearance with an oft-critical eye)... until something goes wrong. Then suddenly we're all attention. The soft, intricate machine encasing our soul has sprung some kind of glitch, and we fixate on the problem.
And this is where the vulnerability slides in - when our body misbehaves. For we cannot heal ourselves. We often cannot even know, ourselves, exactly what's going wrong, or why it's going wrong. We need experts - exams and tests and resources. We are dependent. We are humbled.Read More