bodies

There is nothing revolutionary whatsoever about the control of women's bodies by men. The woman's body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.

Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead?

Discrimination is not just racial now. It__ also about the kind of body parts you have.

Just as our parents' souls revolted against God, their bodies revolted against their souls, to which they had been subject. And they realized 'that they were naked.

When we die, our bodies turn to dust,_ he says. __f you were nobody of consequence, you're forgotten unless you do something worth remembering._ When he looks my way, I purse my lips and look down. __therwise, you're just another place marker in the ground. These buildings will rot here, their bodies are above the ground taunting us with what we did wrong as a people. Reminding us of the evil we're capable of. They are constant.

That__ why we get involved with other people, right? Not just for their bodies, but for everything else, too _ their dreams and their scars and their stories.

We are to count on this fact that we are dead to sin's rule, that we can stand up to it and say no. Therefore we are to guard our bodies so that sin does not reign in us. So we see that God has made provision for our holiness. Through Christ He has delivered us from sin's reign so that we can now resist sin. But the responsibility for resisting is ours.

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

We worshipped a great white body that was an avalanche of good news, and we slit it open in every part. __hat can__ go through the mail,_ the postman gasped, __ecause that is a super-stabbed body!_ The super-stabbed body rose up, with many butterknives sticking out of it, and said, __ AM the mail._ It had so many lovers.

I think that we were both the same star in the beginning of the universe and as the star exploded we drew apart. Our atoms merging into two different bodies, but over time our atoms found a way and found each other again.

Holographic Theory shows that it is possible for our bodies to make decisions based on the experience of others.