I'm just recovering from a nasty bout of flu. Been bed ridden the last few day, had hardly anything to eat.

Just some old things have come back to haunt me. The human body, the design and everything related just repulses me. It's so weak and fragile, and for so long I longed for an escape. The reason I ask for an escape is a desire to be eternally youthful, removed of internal organs, perfection and safety.

It's something I know that's not possible of course.

I awoke a few nights ago ( Now things begin to get dark, so if you have a weak stomach I advise you to leave) and envisioned a monster. A 12ft clown, similar to Pennywise in appearance, a sadist, a demon. I envisioned all the different forms of torture it could inflict on me, and what it has done to others.

This clown drags you down a dark tunnel, full of chains and torture devices. It takes your internal organs out and keeps you alive as it plays with your insides. The end, you are nothing more then splattered meat scattered all above and below the walls. It does many sadistic acts, some are so brutal I dare not mention them.

The demon reminds me of the vulnerability of the human body. How pathetic and weak the human body really is, how mentally fragile we are. Humans are not strong. Angels are strong, Demons are strong, Gods are strong.

Humans wither and die, our bodies are filthy and decay, our organs are repulsive. Maggots crawl from us.

When I think of the human body I think, how is it possible to love what not is perfect?

[pachyderm]

Is this about your body, or everyone's?

Originally Posted by pachyderm

Is this about your body, or everyone's?

Both.

Neither is a winner.

[UnderRugSwept]

It's true...my favorite show is "Bones". That probably adds zero to the depth of your thoughts, but I do also think about this a lot...we all lose in the end (here on earth). I guess it depends on what one thinks happens after that. But here, our bodies are weak and vulnerable.

I hope you recover 100% soon from the flu.

[pachyderm]

Originally Posted by Lycanthrope

Neither is a winner.

What is the war?

Originally Posted by pachyderm

What is the war?

The war is lost to eternal youth, diseases, purity.

How beautiful are humans inside?

[pachyderm]

Originally Posted by Lycanthrope

The war is lost to eternal youth, diseases, purity.

Ah, death.

How beautiful are humans inside?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Really.

[Egoist]

Originally Posted by Lycanthrope

The demon reminds me of the vulnerability of the human body. How pathetic and weak the human body really is, how mentally fragile we are. Humans are not strong. Angels are strong, Demons are strong, Gods are strong.

The red and bold part... I disagree, humanS are strong. People are strong. But a person weak. A human is weak. All by ourselves we are indeed weak. We can't cope with life. It is just impossible. We need allies called friends to deal with this life. In this war ever so dread we need them. Until death we shall fight and never give-up. Even in the hardest situations... For they are not worse than death. Nothing is worse than nothing.
And don't judge humans by their outer appearance I would say but I just realized we are much more vulnerable inside. Even though we are stronger.

well I got lost in my own thoughts again... I hope I didn't say anything inappropriate and I hope it at least lits an idea.

[UnderRugSwept]

Friends don't make our bodies any stronger. It matters very little how many friends we have...a plague hits and we are all dead. A person with awesome friends can get hit by a bus the next day. Our bodies can only fight off so much....just like the flu (as you know, Lycanthrope). It's scary, but we are very mortal and I don't think people like to think about that much until they lose someone close to them or are forced to think about it in other ways.

As for how "beautiful" we are on the inside...our insides are about functionality. We are organs and muscles and bones and other systems, etc, that we need to survive. It's not about beauty.

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.

[Egoist]

Originally Posted by Elsewhere

Friends don't make our bodies any stronger. It matters very little how many friends we have...a plague hits and we are all dead. A person with awesome friends can get hit by a bus the next day. Our bodies can only fight off so much....just like the flu (as you know, Lycanthrope). It's scary, but we are very mortal and I don't think people like to think about that much until they lose someone close to them or are forced to think about it in other ways.

As for how "beautiful" we are on the inside...our insides are about functionality. We are organs and muscles and bones and other systems, etc, that we need to survive. It's not about beauty.

Well, I think I understand the concept now. You are saying that we are so weak physically and biologically.
Let me ask a question. Why do you think death means war is lost?

Life is meaningless, but once you accept that, you can find happiness in what you do.

[Perna]

Originally Posted by Lycanthrope

When you imagine what happens to it when it rots in the earth crawling with maggots and worms.

I have a great imagination as it sounds like you do but it's mine and I get to imagine what I want and this ain't it? I'd rather imagine the athletes in the Olympics, the times when we are alive and living (which is all we really know/have at the moment) and struggling to be our best: body, mind, heart, and soul? It's not just maggots, I am a very complicated Being, not simple and made up like monsters, demons, and angels who have to follow scripts of how they behave. I'm not predictable like them, I have to "work out my salvation".

My take on your question "how is it possible to love what is not perfect" (meaning the human body - I imagine), I don't believe it is possible. We are conditioned from infancy on what the perfect body is supposed to look like. We are conditioned to believe that we are not good enough if our partner is not someone that fits society's depiction of beautiful. We lose standing within our family, our friends and even our jobs if we are not courting a beautiful person. Ergo, we all strive to fix whatever defects we have so that we might conform to the ideal image. To make ourselves worthy of being loved and accepted.

When we get older we are taught that we should look within and place importance on "inner beauty" or personality but it is just too late. The idea is sweet but humans are frail (as you suggest) and the conditioning of physical beauty is just too strong.

I hope I am wrong here but this is how I see the world. I don't say this to offend anyone as I am far from perfect myself. I don't fit the mold and have given up trying. I don't think we can overcome society's teachings.

[pachyderm]

Originally Posted by Lycanthrope

It is hard to love or respect the human body.

It is hard for you. Not everyone has the same requirements for love.