Clever without Control

I’ve recently recovered, well, think I’ve recovered, from a hideous cold or hay fever, not sure which one it was, but either way, it proved to be an uncomfortable, head ache starting pain, especially during school.


It gave me an interesting thought, to do with the body controlling itself. We all know it does, it controls breathing, digestion, blinking, movements, germ control, it’s crazy what this thing does, we think we are in control of our body entirely, but really we’re just like some space thats been put in these bodies so that we walk talk and make the place smell bad, without us inside these bodies the body would stand there, wouldn’t communicate, talk, or anything, it would just breath, blink, stand there staring off into the distance, absently. . .

It’s weird, I had the strangest feeling that my body didn’t like what I was writing then . . . oooh spooky. .

You may be thinking, “Why on earth are you talking about this?” well basically, the whole body does it’s own thing sprung up to mind as I was practically dying of a the cold/hay fever thing. I blew my nose countless times, green slimy mucous blasted into tissue after tissue, moistening the tissue to such a state that it deteriorated in my hands, sliding through my fingers onto the floor leaving a green snail-like trail.
(Did I give enough detail?)
And with my nose blowing, my eyes also watered, as I looked at myself in the mirror it appeared as if I had instantly been submerged in water . . .
At school, of which I had to go whilst I was sick, my eyes watered countless times during the day, so much to the point that I could practically predict when the next ‘Eye Watering’ would take place.
During P.E. we lost a game of Vollyball, and as if my body was trying to have a laugh, my eyes started to water just as the game came to an end.
“What you crying about? It’s only a game,”
Oh please, personally I couldn’t care less if I lost a game of ‘Vollyball’
I don’t expect one as myself to be good at a game which would normally be carried out on a beach.
I don’t like the beach.

Later on we had Maths, and Society and History, both of these classes my eyes watered again.
Normally I would sneeze, then my eyes would start watering, and last but not least my nose would instantly start to run so fast as if it were trying to break a 100m sprint world record, out my nose and down my shirt. It kinda sucks, because I have to instantly do 3 things at once, tissue to mouth for sneeze, tissue to eyes for watering, and tissue to nose for running.
I think my body is enjoying itself . . . Grrrrr!!!
Whenever in inquisitive about something, a bit confused, I don’t go to the shop and buy a puzzle, I just ask my favourite three letter word.


Why does my body make my eyes water? It’s obviously not helping!
Why does my body make my nose blocked, when I eat food it clears up and when I stop eating it blocks again, what’s it trying to do? Force me into obesity?
(Comes back to school on Friday, much larger than usual,
“What happened to you?”
“Had a cold.”)
I don’t get it sometimes.

When I eat food my nose clears up and is fine, this makes me think that my body clears up my nose because it wants the food, its only thinking of itself, and yet normally, it lets the nose block up and eyes water, because it’s just me suffering, I don’t mean anything to my body for it to want to clear up the nose for me just for my comfort, or to close the valve on the watery eyes just for me.

Or, what if my body isn’t aware of me?
What if everybody’s body is this way, I mean it tells us when we are hurt, but what if, just what if, our body is an entirely different being, and we, the conscious of that body are not, and cannot, be seen or noticed by that being, we are irrelevant.

Therefore, the body doesn’t care about discomfort that I feel, it cares about actual pain, because actual pain, because actual pain effects it, actual pain will tell it to repair itself, to send blood to that area, where as my discomfort is my problem and it doesn’t notice it.
When I eat, it detects the food and opens up the nose so that it can get enough oxygen whilst I have either food or drink in my mouth.

It may not notice me, but it’s smart.

Just think about it, do you get the idea that I have here?
Separate from our body . . . We just operate it, the body itself is a whole other being, that doesn’t actually see or feel us, it just operates the insides, then again, it may even see everything we see, it may think thoughts like we think, it may be reading the words I am typing through my eyes, it has no control over my arms, or my thoughts, it may be afraid, it may be in wonder, it too may be thinking about this being that it can see, it may not be able to read, it may not even think about the things it sees or what I am doing with the body.
Imagine not being in control of your bodies movement, but being inside instead, constantly having to monitor the heart, the breathing, the germs, the blinking, the digestion, everything, non-stop for as long as you live, feeling trapped, as the thing you are looking after is being run around by some weird person.
You have to wonder these things.

But whatever this body may be, whether how I describe it or not.

It’s smart.
Except for the nose thing . . .
But it’s smart.

On the bus the other day I looked at our relief bus driver, at first I had been looking around the bus at the countryside vista out the window, but I glanced past the bus driver, and noticed his ears.
Larger ears than normal, this relief bus driver was an older chap, he looked about 50-60, probably a little older, but let’s stop picking on the bus driver, what sprung to my attention was this:

There was a kid talking to the bus driver for the first half of the ride, now from where I was sitting, about the same distance as the kid was to the bus driver, I could just hear what the kid was saying to him, and I wondered, “How can the bus driver hear that?”
And the bus driver wasn’t just going, “Yeah, okay, ahuh.”
He was making genuine replies.
That’s when I noticed the ears.
On the human body the two things that will never stop growing are your ears, and your nose, and think about this, because I think there is a logical, clever reason for this.
As you grow older your senses grow weaker and weaker, your hearing is one of these.

You’re body, the body, keeps your ears growing to account for the fact you get weaker hearing!
By making a larger ear, you get a larger area of which sound can bounce on your ear and vibrate all the little hairs in your head that send the info to your brain.
It’s doing it on purpose! Or is it?

As for your nose, it still grows, but why?
Is it an attempt to prevent hay fever and colds by making it harder for contaminants to enter your system?
Is it similar to the hearing thing, it makes the nose longer in an attempt to make up for the smell you’ve lost?

Phew it’s a lot to think about.
And looking at this page I’ve written,
A lot to read and type, I’d better apologise to my body for using it’s fingers for such a long time. = P

And a whole new thought cloud sprung up a moment again!
I’m not going to talk about it now,

But its going to be about us hearing differently, we hear one way, but what if another race hears differently?


Good day

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