I think, I don't mean this in a disrespectful way, that none of you are quite understanding what I'm going on about or the point I'm trying to make.
Maybe I didn't explain to well.
It is hard to love or respect the human body. When you actually see it for it really is. When you imagine what happens to it when it rots in the earth crawling with maggots and worms. When your intestines are filled with faeces, the nose spews out mucus, and you surrender to it. It is disgusting and it controls you. If it wants to give up you can't stop it.
Now look at your fellow humans. How can you love what is essentially s-hit? And that's not a joke, and that's not me making humans that, that is essentially what our bodies become.
The reason I brought this up as my old Narcissistic defences have reawoken. It was a major realization that I did not, nor would I have chosen to be a flesh object, and I thought I got over it, but I never did and perhaps never will.
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