I often have difficulty separating my beliefs, my body and science.
While I know there are those that separate each to define individualism to create a wall of the body and what is outside of it.
It is my interaction with the world that blurs the 'me' and the outside. Bacteria and microorganism prowl and live on the vast desserts of my skin, and forage around the forest of my scalp.
Similar as to I, who sits besides the oak tree in my local park.
The wood in my work desk, although embalmed, will rot and become home to wood eating fungus.
August 2025