Why am I so bothered by postmodern denials of the body? We can postulate being ephemeral beings, but still recognize our form, our seat, our source. Its relevance. Both/and, not either/or. A truth not seeking to be, but just is. Regardless of what it says.
Would we lighten our geometric stretch/influence/radiance/radiation if we became aware of its infinite reach?
And even in the midst of mooning and moaning over who you are, remember that you are. That’s where the real wonder is.”
Can you separate ideas from sensations?