So consciousness (see previous post) is basically a love story. When it comes to our bodies, it's more like a love/hate thing. Our bodies have their own trajectories. Kind of independently from our desires/wishes.
I think of Jeff Goldblum in "The Fly." Haven't seen the movie since it came out many years ago (1986). Don't really know if it's a good movie or a bad movie. But I do remember experiencing the horror as Goldblum turns into a fly. It was very convincing: funny and horrific.
I think it's memorable because it's so primal and something we all experience. Very Kafka too. Our bodies take these turns, as we grow, as we age. They surprise us and "horrify" us. We realize that there is another agenda, another time-clock. And diet and exercise only do so much. There is the genetic entity that asserts itself. We become what we are destined to become.
That's just the way it is...