The Body (n.) is a particular and temporarily identifiable wiggle in a stream that enters us in the form of light, heat, air, water, milk, bread, fruit, beer. . .And goes out as gas and excrement, semen, babies, talk, politics, commerce, war, poetry, and music. And philosophy.
The Body (n.) has been admitted good as God's handiwork, but treated in practice as territory the Devil has captured.
The Body (n.) is like a wife we cannot do without and cannot live with: loved most dearly, yet we spend most of our time working to support it.
The Body (n.) as usually meant is an abstraction: an object cut off in thought from its relation to the universe, without which it is not real at all.
Body (n.) could not live a moment if it had to run itself by taking thought of every breath, heartbeat and nerve impulse.
Body (n.) of a Buddha is the whole universe — a marvelously interrelated harmony organized from within rather than run from outside.
Body (n.) is the final authority for action that reason and science serve, and its order is organic, not mechanical.
A Body (n.) needs space around it to be felt as a ball or any shape at all; lacking anything outside it, it would have no outside — it might be God, but never a body.
Body (n.) is something most of us say we have rather than are: "I have a body" comes far more easily than "I am a body."
Body (n.) already knows — its bones and nerves and senses — that the only real "I" is the whole process; only the thin ray of attention was taught to ignore it.
Body (n.) is no longer a corpse the ego has to animate and lug around: the ground holds you up, hills lift you as you climb, air breathes itself.
Body (n.) is also my total environment, which must be measured in billions of light-years.
Body (n.) has no clear edge: my relations to the sun and air are as vital to my existence as my heart.
Body (n.) runs thousands of processes through the nervous system that deliberate thinking and planning could never manage.
Body (n.) goes through myriads of changes that never end — and what is that but an occasion for joys beyond counting?
Body (n.) is organized more intricately than any corporation, yet runs with a minimum of conscious control; we hardly know how we grew our own nerves.