My body is aching. It trembles in protest to the simplest of movements.
Stubborn, it will not yield to my will. I cannot control my piece of flesh and bone and find myself more and more at its mercy. I stretch and contort - in an effort to trick my body into making me its master. In lay terms: I've thrown out my back.
But in this physical misery, which is in all honesty more frustratingly limiting than it is painful, I have observed a bit of the spiritual: the continual fight between the flesh and the spirit. Even at this moment in my life...I can see how my flesh is rejecting my spirit or even more aptly, my spirit rejecting my flesh.
quite the dualism between body and spirit you have. . .you should read some Eastern Christian mystics
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