When the body breaks down, it does not all go at once; it goes piece by piece.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Muscles come and go; flab lasts.
The body doesn't recover like it does when you're younger.
The body needs to rest. It needs a lot less exercise than you think.
The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.
Things go up and down. If you can survive the down, it will come back.
Every body continues in its state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, except insofar as it doesn't.
When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.
Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and - as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis - emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Sometimes parts just come along when it's the perfect time for you to do them.
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