A diseased mind produces a bodily stench. Recalling a state dinner, diplomat Fiona Hill said that Vladimir Putin neither ate nor drank and that he “smelled odd.” By all accounts, Adolph Hitler reeked.
I had polio when I was a kid. Last year it was colorectal cancer. I’m myopic. Three ear surgeries pulled me out of deafness. My senses of taste and smell have vanished. I know what you’re thinking. I’m thinking it too: I’m glad I’m not the body.
As the dweller is not the dwelling, we are not the body.
I drive a 10-year-old car. In terms of lifespan, my body is about the same age as my vehicle. I am living what Oprah calls “my best life” wen I treat my body in the same way I treat my car. Wash it regularly. No waxing. Don’t think about it overmuch. Those dings and scratches? Let them be. If something breaks, get it fixed. When the car is parked, forget the car.
For as long as I do not know myself, for as long as I think I’m a body, I will be fretful and problem plagued. If I know myself, I have no problems.