Lately I have been remembering that I am a primate hominin, with all sorts of smells and liquid excretions and hairs and soft tissues wound over bones. I look at my feet, my toes, and feel I am inhabiting the body of an animal (I am). I make noises from my throat and tongue to communicate ideas and drink water to keep from expiring. Sugar tastes wonderful and touching humans I trust brings pleasure. Recognizing I am a primate "person" (what is personhood?) takes a massive amount of pressure out of my mind. This is a game with no rules or writers, an experiment of curious evolution and atoms. Pieces smash together and wander apart. Life carries on.
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