Our biggest mistake is in the lack of respect for our own bodies. That is where our exercise of respect should begin.
Yes, we are explorers, we are warriors, we are excited by the prospect of the adventure, and we accept that we are going to risk our body in it.
Is a suicide mission so necessary? Do we need to go into battle or outer space, sending our crew of organs and body parts to die? Shouldn’t we take the time to get to know the capacity and limitations of these soldiers who we command? Shouldn’t we train them to prepare for such an endeavor?
But life happens “while we are busy making other plans...” and the contingency finds us always unprepared.
Do we expect something greater than our individuality take care of it?
And if so, how much of our individuality are we willing to give away?