mind and body

After a few hours of an arduous reading session, a gust of dormant air started to wheeze its way around my upper chest, breezing the cells with more lethargy than what the most powerful summer wind can achieve. Yet it was unclear to me how stagnancy could so speedily, quietly accumulate within one’s body while the mind raced forward, anxiously piercing through boundless darkness, with full velocity and energy toward the beam of light twinkling afar. Never were mind and body so vividly divided; never was the pursuit of beauty, freedom, eternity so weighed down by the need of a siesta. How could one, then, upon reflecting on the old dualist wisdom, not forgive all its dubiousness and accept it as a temporary truth?