What is the mind and what is the body by comparison? I've been thinking about this question rather deeply; now that I'm feeling hormonal (as a middle-aged woman) and too easily swayed, emotionally.
I've decided (so far, and -- as always -- I'm willing to be disproved) that the mind is separate from the body and yet very much connected to it. More specifically, the mind is made of ether and it's formless. It leaves the body as the soul departs at death; while the body is mass, with computer-like technology and it maintains memory from habit.
TO PUT IT MORE CLEARLY:
Maybe the mind can be represented by some super-eager (scrawny-pale-white-guy) driver of a new high-tech Mercedes Benz. That luxury car can symbolize the human body. While a dude/mind repeats habits, over and over, the body becomes so familiar with those actions it seems to take on a brain of its own. Eventually, it seems as though the body/car has learned from habit, as if, when going to work in the morning the car KNOWS what road the driver wants to travel down -- so while the mind takes a vacation (ponders paying bills, being a better parent, contemplating how that car-rattle reminds them of the youngest child in the family) and goes elsewhere -- the body's memory takes that person to the desired point of destination.
If the driver needs to deviate from the usual route to work, that mind will have to stay focused upon the "here and now" to override the body's memory (to not miss the turn-off). Otherwise, the highly advanced car will just repeat the habits it's so familiar with.
WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME:
UPDATE & NOTE TO READERS: Because of a comment made, I realize I should clarify that I am not personally SCREAMING at shoppers (see story, below). This is merely a parable (example) of brain activity to ponder.
We are all like a little girl inside a grocery store where a crazy man purposefully and with intent ran her over with his shopping cart. That little girl, because she was badly injured, grows up with that terrible memory of abuse from her past.
After that -- any time someone bumps their cart into that now grown woman, her body recalls the tragic memory and maybe she explodes with rage. "Why the hell don't you watch where you are going?"
Perhaps the villain is merely a the little old woman who was reaching down to the bottom shelf for a can of tomato juice when she bumped her cart with her super-sized backside. Or maybe the villain is a small child who remains completely unaware of how much it hurts to have a shopping cart rammed against the ankles.
Regardless -- the screaming woman suddenly realizes the memories in her body are now trying to override her mind. She's completely over-reacting to situations at hand and she needs to UNplug . . . to reboot the computer.
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