Why do people like their bodies?

WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE THEIR BODIES?

Ozodi Osuji

      People are really at different stages in their passage through planet earth. Consider me. As early as I can remember, I have always hated my body and other people’s bodies. I simply did not want to live in body. I have always been acutely aware of what bodies do and do not like those.

    We eat food, digest it and then go poop out the waste from our bodies; the poop smells so awful that nobody wants to be near it.

     Indeed, people are ashamed of the sex that they make much ado about. See, they hide their sexual organs in folds of clothes and engage in sexual intercourse only in hiding (what they deceptively call privacy).

     The Pornography industry knows that people have a like- dislike approach to sex and their bodies hence has sex movies and show them to people. The idea is for people to see what they do, ridiculous activities, and for them to embrace it and stop hiding it from themselves. The Porn industry probably makes more money than most other industries.

    Sex is the most addictive drug known to man; addiction to pornography is a serious issue in Africa; Africans sit around watching porn and don’t even know that they are addicted to that time wasting stuff (African men who are addicted to sex say that they have many wives because it is their culture to do so; culture, my foot, they are hopelessly addicted to sex!).

     We live to, maybe, a hundred years and die and our bodies rot and smell awfully and then are eaten by worms and bacteria. Only skeletons remain for a few thousand years, and they look macabre, like ghoulish stuff in horror movies!

     So, what exactly is so beautiful about the human body? Why do people want to live in bodies? Why do people celebrate the human body, celebrate that which will die, rot, celebrate nothingness? 

     To add insult to injury, people believe that their God created this nothingness called their bodies and they pray to their God to resurrect their bodies when they die, meaning that they still want to live in body in life after death!

      Me, I do not want to live in body and certainly do not want to resurrect in body when I die. If there is life after death, I want to live it outside body, in formless state, not in body made of matter or body made of light. I am tired of life in form.   

     Why do people want to resurrect in body, as Christians call it, glorified body (body made of light), or corrupted body, body made to decay, matter? I do not get it.

      I am not suicidal and intend to live in body and use it to accomplish my goal of doing useful philosophical thinking. I can understand tolerating our bodies and taking good care of them for they are all we have on earth, but admiring them, that baffles me.

     I am only interested in spiritual matters; by that I mean life outside bodies, space and time and have always been so all my life.  

    Please do not talk to me psychiatrically, such as tell me that I am depressed. If you admire your body, admire nothing, you are the one who is depressed; you are so desperate for significance that you admire nothing.

    Body is nothing, literally; it is composed of matter; that is, it is made of the various elements, primarily, carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, iron, calcium etc.; which are made of atoms, which are made of particles of electrons, protons, and neutrons, which are made of light, and which are made from nothing.  Therefore, when you admire your body, you are literally admiring what does not exist and is not real.

     I suppose that since I detest the human body, and most people like it, we are at various stages in our evolution in consciousness, in our journey through planet earth.

     This dislike of the human body has absolutely nothing to do with race or color; I found it necessary to say this because lazy African so-called intellectuals cavalierly say that some black people hate being black and want to be white. I hate white bodies as much as I hate black bodies!

      Regarding preferring Europe to Africa, what is really going on here is not preference of one color over others but what people stand for.

     I admire what Europe stands for, philosophy and science, and loathe what Africa stands for, ignorance; God, can you imagine that some Africans still see stars as their god! I see stars as clouds of hydrogen gas in whose core nuclear fusion combines hydrogen atoms to helium atom and release heat and light.

     I admire science and Europe happens to be where the preponderance of science is taking place; it is rational for me to prefer Europe to where people live in the darkness of ignorance, Africa!

     My only relationship with Africa is to engender the study of philosophy and science in it, not to go back to its alleged good past, a past where folks ran around capturing and selling their people to Arabs, white men and whoever wanted to buy them!

      Maybe it is true that most people are so close to animal status that they may be called inferior people and that only a few people are so resentful of being mere animals that we can consider them superior beings? No wonder there has been only a few enlightened people, such as Gautama Buddha, Jesus Christ, and Arthur Schopenhauer (my favorite German idealistic philosopher).

    In my experience, only few persons totally detest living in egos and bodies and have their minds set on returning to living in bodiless, formless spirit, God, and his formless heaven.

     I have a junior brother, a Christian, in the past, when I wrote essays on Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, Gnosticism, since he is a university graduate, I assumed that he could understand what I wrote, so I sent them to him. Apparently, he could not understand what I wrote, he told me that I confused him.

     I stopped sending my essays to him; it did not stop there; the man wrote loads of negative rubbish about me. From his absurd behaviors, I learned that people, even in the same family, may be light years apart from each other.

     Some people are closer to animals and cannot grasp what those closer to light/knowledge say. This is really the problem with people; they are at various stages in their emotional, mental, and spiritual evolution and, as such, cannot communicate with one another.

       Maturity and wisdom lie in understanding and accepting that people are at various stages in evolution. How, for example, do you explain me seeing American white men as underdeveloped children? I have never seen them, except the few philosophers among them, as at the same level as me. This is not pride speaking, they simply talk like five-year-old children whereas I prefer the company of philosophers and thoughtful physical scientists.

From William Shakespeare’s Hamlet Act 2, Scene 2.

HAMLET: I will tell you why; so, shall my anticipation
prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the
King and Queen molt no feather. I have of late, but
wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises, and, indeed, it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave overhanging
firmament, this majestical roof, fretted
with golden fire—why, it appeared nothing to me
but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in
reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving
how express and admirable; in action how like
an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the
beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and
yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man
delights not me, no, nor women neither, though by
your smiling you seem to say so.

  • I began reading Shakespeare at age thirteen, during my first year at secondary school; Hamlet, Macbeth, Julius Caesar, Merchant of Venice (I tried to memorize those) are probably his most celebrated tragedies. The immortal bard, in Hamlet, as indicated in the preceding quote, captured my view of people as nothingness making a great deal of noise!

Ozodi Osuji

August 6, 2022

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