I Sing The Body

I don't understand how someone can hate the human body. Now, I'm not talking about dissatisfaction with its shape or mass, of which I have plenty regarding my own body. No, I'm talking about a more existential hate, the hate of dualism, of puritanism, where the flesh is dirty, shameful, and weak, a prison and the seat of sin and corruption to the spirit's sublimity. How preposterous this is to me.

Yes, the flesh is often "weak," but it is even more amazing. Just a cursory knowledge of biology is enough to make one marvel at the incredible biochemical complexity and resiliency of the human organism, not to mention every other living thing on the planet. Even without a knowledge of biology, just a simple examination of otherwise taken-for-granted processes like breathing, walking, sleeping, hell, even excreting is enough to blow your mind. Life is, in short, incredible. How can you not celebrate that, hold it in wonder and awe? It is no less sublime than any soul-stuff that may or may not exist. How can any religion, any ideology, any "moral" nag see it as dirty or contemptible?

I literally sometimes almost weep at, of all things, porn. To see two (or more) perfect bodies naked in all their glory be exquisitely beautiful. It isn't shameful or wrong: it is Life in its purest form, the basic drive for communion and synthesis that lies within all bodies.