Letter to a Friend
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With all its many risks, this life endures
No more than windblown bubbles in a stream.
How marvelous to breathe in and out again,
To fall asleep and then awake refreshed.
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
A body with no parts
Would be unformed,
A part of my body apart from my body
Would be absurd.
Were the body here or not,
It would need no parts.
Partless bodies are pointless.
Do not get stuck in the “body.”
I cannot say,
“My body is like its parts.”
I cannot say,
“It’s something else.”
Feelings, perceptions,
Drives, minds, things
Are like this body
In every way.