The reflexes that keep us alive momentarily are the same states that keep us from living presently, long term.
They briefly excise the self from the body in order to get the body to act upon what it knows best.
The body knows what to do. The mind gets in the way.
But then the mind begins to operate independently of the body, and the mind, oh so needs the body to operate. The mind needs a home. It needs vessels of connection and fluids and legs for feet to grip sweet green grass.
The mind needs a body.
The mind cannot go anywhere without its body. And the body will merely be in living rigor mortis. The mind needs signals to shoot up from its body to light it up and the body needs the mind to send all of the little chefs and mailfolk and brick folk and painters all the right messages.
The micro mailman was concerned. It all became urgent. He was trying his best. The coal woman was scared there wouldn’t be enough to keep the house warm. The coal woman was afraid the home would never be warm again.
And there the brain sat, over there in the corner, popping like a firecracker, sparks and lights flashing and smoke billowing out. It had become a machine, out of order. The body was cold and tight. The brain worked and made those around feel a great deal of fright. It had become a great three-legged dance.
But then someone said, “hi there,” and while trying to keep carrying on, zombie body and firing mind, they said, “you were really scared”. And all the little stewards of the body paused and looked up….