Avatar Original Blackout poetry by Cybertwigs and NFT at HicetNunc I doubt very much that the human body is a perfect machine. freedom does not happen in the body-- it happens in the mind. I decide to run, to deny that there is a body, Because even if I have the will to rise above legs become weak, teeth fall out-- the body ages. I am deeply fascinated by an illusion-- human hands muscles, nerves veins, and arteries that can sometimes deceive us into believing that life is infinite. Are you sitting comfortably? You are going beforehand.