The body is not your body. It is
a body not unlike the body of a god.
It has those characteristics--that uniform
freakin' rotund, but also fluid. Perhaps
the body is ballish, like a sun
flaming out. It won't be gone
in your aeon, but it is possible to
conceive a future where body is
by-product, sloughed off the soul
like the skin off an orange. If I told
you instead: soul is a property, like
color, nothing more--a reddish,
or a mauve... if I proved such... i' faith,
I think it'd loosen your rind. Roll over.