Blood mixed with toothpaste.
It’s comforting to be reminded that I too am a human being
With a body that operates as do many others.
But am I the body or simply the spirit controlling it?
All of my neurons connected to make a person,
All of my cells connected to make a visage.
The synecdochical assumption is only part of the whole,
Part of a larger organism.
Mind to body, body to world.