Our bodies are strange vessels.
We identify with a state of being that is tangible and stable, but that is not entirely so. Our size and shape changes constantly. We perceive ourselves as solid – we are and we are not. When we touch something solid, we stop. But we have many cavities throughout our body. The pocket inside our mouths. The passage to and inside of our lungs. One could also argue that there is the space between the atoms. That being said, these cavities are efficient beyond anything made by humans. When we close our mouth, the tongue and teeth and jaw and roof of the mouth contract into a perfect tightness. Our bladders expand and contract depending on the liquid they hold.
Our bodies change frequently – changing temperature with sickness. Gaining mass with food consumption and loosing mass when we excrete. We shed skin cells and hair. In my case lots of hair. Our hair and fingernails grow. Our skin changes color when we bruise or burn. In our younger years our size changes dramatically in short periods of time. Through childbirth, a woman’s internal organs will change location. We get wrinkles with old age.
And oddly, we usually use this constantly changing vessel as the basis of our identity. We look in the mirror and obsess over the color of our hair or the shape of our nose. We forget that this body is just the container for our consciousness. We think about the color of our eyes more often than we consider their role in visual perception.
So if our bodies are only the exterior shell for our true being, what are we? What is the deeper meaning of being human?
I have more ideas to jot down on this subject, but must end this article now because I’ve needed to use the restroom since writing the part that says “Our bladders expand and contract depending on the liquid they hold.”
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Strange Vessels
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3 comments:
This entry made me laugh AND made me feel squeamish. Which is great, because your writing had a *physical* effect on me. I'll add my observation: don't forget that when our "vessels" (or as I told you yesterday, "temples") fail us... our consciousness suffers terribly. Our bodies are more than our vessels. Our health, and the functioning our bodies that you mentioned, are our lives.
No doubt. When I get too hungry I can turn into a real pain in the ass.
I think obsessing about your physical selves can be both good and bad. If it's out of sheer vanity, I'd say that's bad.
But on the flipside, our bodies are a complex machine designed to be self-sufficient, as long as we take care of it. So maybe if we're obsessing about our physical selves it's because our conscious self knows that it's been letting the physical self down and hasn't been keeping up on proper maintenance.
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