The mind-body duality is a philosophical conundrum that has been pondered for thousands of years. In my understanding, the mind is this ethereal idea that is associated with the brain, but doesn’t necessarily reside anywhere. Who is to say that your mind is in your head, it could be in your heart, stomach, penis… or the little man in the canoe.
Your mind may not even be yours alone – it could be just a tiny fraction of a collective mind that we all share. Floating around as part of a giant network of energy, suspended in the quantum universe that you are plugged into for all eternity.
The body, however, has an expiration date and will decay over time. It ages, excretes, sweats, leaks, expels, and can embarrass you with its strange noises – like queefs. But the body is simple. It is a mechanism that serves you – not an emotional terrorist like your mind. A tired body from being challenged physically feels like an accomplishment, where a depleted mind from emotional exhaustion can feel depressing.
Feeling emotionally drained can come in many different forms. Getting into a fight with a loved one, a stranger being rude, your boss demeaning you, comparing yourself to others, paying bills, family events, or having your period 3 times in 6-weeks.
The mind-body duality should be called the mind-body marriage, but between a couple that has been together for 50-years and is all crotchety and resentful. Because if something is affecting the body, like oozing blood out of your lady parts, your mind will also be impacted. Right now my body may be provoking my mind, but does my mind have to be such a bitch about it?
I need to take a break from all this….