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There is a mad fragility to the human body. We are nothing but skin, fat, muscle and bone, wrapped around nerves that could snap, blood vessels that could burst, organs that can be punctured, bruised, torn. And yet we get out of our beds, leave the house, walk through this world filled with sharp objects, hard surfaces, wheely chairs (they've almost gotten me a few times). How do we survive, knowing this? what lets us keep going, take that mad risk to step out across a street? Our bodies are such precious balances of function, they work thoughtlessly, best thoughtlessly because it keeps us from worrying, wondering if all those functions are balanced. But once thought, why do we keep going? How do we disregard that awareness and keep living, necessarily, as if we are sturdy, as if we are safe?