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Why does the flesh encumber me?
Why must I sleep to rest my mind?
Why am I limited by my range of vision?
Why can't I have wings to fly?
Why can't I control the division of my cell cycles and never fear cancer?
Why do my kidneys and intestines force me to be disgusting?
Why do the telomeres on our genes have to shorten?
Why is birth so painful to the mother?
Why is death so feared?
Why can our minds go where our bodies will never allow us to follow?
Why does everything take so long to accomplish, while our bodies get weaker and more contaminated and more rigid and less attractive, to the point of not being able to enjoy the success once it's accomplished?
If anyone answers, because God made it that way, I will find you and slap you. If the universe decided on this method, I would like to understand why? It is so freakin inefficient and counterproductive to any kind of advancement. It is all a struggle, before you get buried or turn to ash.
Not to imply the struggle doesn't have it's pep and joy, but wouldn't you love to be less limited and constricted in daily life? Can't help but wonder why we've settled for this system of functioning. If I wasn't limited by the need for sleep, I could accomplish everything I ever wanted to before the age of 35! But, at this pace, it ain't gonna happen, even with every waking moment of my life being full of tasks. What are the benefits of flesh over spirit? Why don't we (all species) exist strictly in spirit form, with no boundaries or limitations? How would that be different? Does that already exist in another dimension of life?
Why is it so difficult to find truth and ruffle through all the contradictions set before us?
Why does history repeat itself? What is the purpose of relentless cycles?
Why are we burdened with abstract concepts, such as emotions, morals, and rules? What causes us to work against one another, making it necessary to define a set of "commandments" or laws or feel distrust or pain?
Why do we create out of nothing? How is it that our muses come from these negative points of existence or even the elated moments of life? Why is your best poem written in a moment of suicidal tendency? Why is the song born during an emotional breakdown? Why is a painting inspired by a gracious moment?
What is the purpose of functioning in the manner in which we function? What are the benefits and how are we hindered? And what could improve it? Why does it always have to be a compromise?

