Sometimes I wish that I were just a body, grounded in the present, unbeholden to anything, floating in a state of bliss. I wish my choices didn’t represent layers of meaning.
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To Whom Do We Owe Our Bodies?
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Sometimes I wish that I were just a body, grounded in the present, unbeholden to anything, floating in a state of bliss. I wish my choices didn’t represent layers of meaning.