My mind and my body are separate beings.
I ended up thinking about this tonight and came to the realization that I've never thought of my body as anything more than a vehicle. We share a symbiotic relationship. I regularly speak to my body, both in thought and aloud, and always address it as its own entity. I respect my body, but I have no idea if my body respects me. It needs food. It needs sex. It needs sleep. It needs ibuprofen. It's cold. It's hot. Etc.
Frankly, I can't even claim this mind is me. But if not, then what am I? I bow before no gods, but who am I to question the credibility of souls? Meh. Answer the damn poll.
I ended up thinking about this tonight and came to the realization that I've never thought of my body as anything more than a vehicle. We share a symbiotic relationship. I regularly speak to my body, both in thought and aloud, and always address it as its own entity. I respect my body, but I have no idea if my body respects me. It needs food. It needs sex. It needs sleep. It needs ibuprofen. It's cold. It's hot. Etc.
Frankly, I can't even claim this mind is me. But if not, then what am I? I bow before no gods, but who am I to question the credibility of souls? Meh. Answer the damn poll.