This flesh corps I walk around in will die, and will rot to dust in the ground.
This is a little anecdote for ya. One evening I was out a long way into the woods at a pond fishing. That night when it was dark I decided to leave and go home. Some how I got off the trail into the woods and suddenly the ground gave way and I fell down into a hole. I found my self in some old cemetery with no visible markers only sunken graves. I did find some graves stones laying down and buried under leaves and debris and decayed plant matter. Guess what was in that hole...
Nothing but dirt. Not even bones. And at one end of that hole was a stone buried under years of decayed plant matter. you could tell it was once engraved, but you could not tell what was written.
Moral of the story; this flesh will rot in the ground and return to dust. From dust to dust.
It helps to remember that this flesh is dead already. No need to placate it's lusts.
This is a little anecdote for ya. One evening I was out a long way into the woods at a pond fishing. That night when it was dark I decided to leave and go home. Some how I got off the trail into the woods and suddenly the ground gave way and I fell down into a hole. I found my self in some old cemetery with no visible markers only sunken graves. I did find some graves stones laying down and buried under leaves and debris and decayed plant matter. Guess what was in that hole...
Nothing but dirt. Not even bones. And at one end of that hole was a stone buried under years of decayed plant matter. you could tell it was once engraved, but you could not tell what was written.
Moral of the story; this flesh will rot in the ground and return to dust. From dust to dust.
It helps to remember that this flesh is dead already. No need to placate it's lusts.