We operate these bodies like driving a car. We were born into these bodies, as if to be thrown into the drivers’ seat of one of God’s rides (GM - God's Motors?), tossed the keys and left to run the race. I didn’t create my body and neither did you create yours. It’s sort of a pre-packaged just-add-food-and-water-deal.

As far as I’m aware I didn’t even ask to be born. I mean, maybe in hindsight at the end of my life I will make the decision that this blip of time in the body we call life was worth it – and I suppose that even now if I were to be questioned I wouldn’t regret it if I did make that choice, but my point is, I don’t remember that choice… yet.

We learned to walk. We learned to talk. We all were once a small dot. Technically speaking we are all still a small dot, but I digress. We were once a tiny life-form, resting inside a womb-man. We learned to operate these bodies. We learned to drive the car. Now we do it so thoughtlessly that we drive with our knees and eat and text all at the same time, without really considering what we are doing. Some people drink and drive, actually I know quite a few people who do that, and worse.

We are not these bodies. We are something else, something smaller, something more powerful, something that will outlast the very bodies we dwell in. The bones in your body will be here on Earth when the you that was using them is long gone - like the cars in the junkyard. Likewise, the very body that you are using right now will be gawked at in a coffin, as people say nice things about you over the vehicle you were operating. The body dies, but life goes on. That’s what life does, it lives. If it didn’t we wouldn’t call it life, we’d call it almost-life-but-mostly-death. I am not this body-vehicle. I am something far better.

What amazes me is how I forgot how I learned to walk. I mean, try it sometime… as you are walking around, think to yourself – am I actually thinking ‘left foot right foot”? Even now as I type this, I can vaguely remember typing class, and teaching myself to type as fast as I do now, but I also remember the time when I was a one-finger typer. And I sort of feel it in the back of my brain, the keyboard and the fingers on it. I can close my eyes and still feel like I am typing properly. Very strange.

As you talk in conversation, do you remember learning what the words meant, how to pronounce them? I don’t. Like when you get somewhere and you realize – wow I don’t even remember driving here. Where is my mind?

I threw this video together just now, trying to illustrate my point about the human will. It’s a funny thing.

My apologies if I am mumbling in parts, it's early morning here. The engines running but I still need a few more minutes to warm up before we drive this thing anywhere other than a YouTube video.