A friend wrote: “I have chipped a tooth. Just a tiny bit but still I’m upset. More evidence of my physical form crumbling away.” Thank goodness our consciousness and our essential self survive physical death, right? At 62, I look at my body as an ongoing biology lesson. When aches and pains and ills move through it, I know they come to pass and not to stay. Yay for the physical form crumbling away so more of the radiant shining YOU can blaze through. You look mahvelous, dahling.