If there was one facet of my existence I would gladly rid myself of (assuming I could migrate to another medium of existence), there's no doubt I'd choose my body. I was watching a television show with Astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse-Tyson. He said something to the effect that there would be a tremendous change in our planetary dynamic if all life forms simply subsisted on energy from our sun. Life wouldn't then rely of the consumption and destruction of other life.
Where my thoughts tie together is in the knowledge that so much of our weakness, temptation, destruction, irrationality, and suffering spring forth from the body. It is so pleasing to spend time in the world of ideas, imagination, spirituality, and other non-material pursuits and then suddenly realize your ass itches and you can't think of anything else.
