OK, I feel that the human body is only a sort of power plant that the brain has invented to stay alive and well fed. Once the brain starts to misfunction, it doesn't realize that it needs all that clumsy structure full of arms and legs and fingers and toes, and that's when disaster strikes and chaos ensues.
Sometimes I feel like a car without an engine and sometimes like an engine without a car. And since I'm in full philosophical mode, here's this from Kierkegaard:
Life is a deadly disease!