That the soul exists in the body is the mystery from which all other mysteries, problems and things of beauty stem.
I've often thought this. Thought it again today while swimming in the clear, turqouise waters of the UCI pool, which are always exactly the right temperature.
In other words, would we be better off, or not, if incorporeal? My Uncle John and I once had an argument about this. 1992, Paris. I had a bad cold which was making me miserable. Now I think he was right. I wonder if he remembers.
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