Was wondering in the above post about what bodies need because I'm wondering if I either have a particularly nasty unsympathic soul or if my soul-mind-body connection is wired strangely. You see, my body is a nuisance.For instance, on a chill October night when I step into the stubble of a wheat field and am lost in the splendor of a hunters moon--so lost I almost am transcended by bathing in its light--suddenly my body is cold and demands I go inside and find a coat; or when after years of miscommunication and mutual suspicions, a lover is baring his soul--guess what? I have to go to the bathroom. Now! My body is this thing I drag after me. It gets hungry, then eats too much. It has a glass of wine and wants a second. In the middle of a canoe trip, the paddling shoulder decides to ache. It is as though every single time the real me begins to soar from immersion in beauty, my body shouts and beats the experience down. So, is it that my soul is particularly nasty to my body? If so, then "I", whatever that means, understand my soul more than my body. This body is, literally, a pain in the neck at times!