This is the way of the world: we eat, we sleep, we starve ourselves with our own petty natures. We drink ourselves into deep silence with the fineries of life, and lose grasp of the undulations of our souls beneath the body’s thin exterior.

If I had a quarter for every sentence I’ve read concerning mind/body dualism, I’d probably have enough to fly to Cancun and back. Just the airfare. The hotel I could cover with some of my savings from questions regarding determinism.