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Case Sensitive-The Flesh Knows No Bounds
Some might view the flesh as a temple, a doorway if you
will to the core of who and what we are.
What is this tactile construct that houses the very
essence of we as spirit?
:bondage:
This human form from which we project our
mannerisms, speech and emotions, "this mortal
coil" as Shakespeare wrote of it.
However you term what we are outside the soul,
one thing remains true, we experiecne and feel the depth of
galaxies through every square inch of skin.
It's sheds and replicates anew, ages and withers as we grow
old with the passing of time but locked within each cell are
countless memories of what it experiences.
I offer this to show some of the wonders that this
landscape map of the human condition can experience.
