"Being a body is being under a certain law. What is changeable on a body without its destruction, or destruction of its essence, is limited. Being a body is being in time.
Buer is the demon of the natural and moral. Looking deformed, looking like a deformed creature… how can he be a healer?
There is a feeling of imprisonment in a body.
While there is no separation from it, it can feel like a certain outside of any possible immediate “self” . There is some natural and moral law that cannot be crossed. Body can be so ugly. Body is the first one who tells you who you are and when you change it, you are just a changed body. The natural might be declined but never erased, because the body is time. The object is both sided, with no back. Like Buer with many legs it feels like a creature without an end. One was left as it came, the other one was changed… they are still a part of the same one body.
Standing in the desert, the body is left alone with one deformed side. All it does have and truly owns is this deformation, and essence of it’s previous self.
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