Had a nightmare yesternight, London brings them out constantly. I was competing with the two smartest girls of my high school and if you won you had the chance to visit the professors daughter who had been born disfigured and was living trapped in a basement. I didn’t win, but I saw the daughter. To calm my fear I had to repeat: the body is only a vessel. Disfigured, damaged, scarred, perfected. It doesn’t matter, only a vessel. That seemed to reduce fear and increase empathy. I woke up from the nightmare. Today I remain with this thought: the body is but a mere vessel. Some are born with different abilities, opportunities, aesthetics. Despite this, it is only the way in which we experience humanity. It is a ship within which we navigate the waters of humankind. It doesn’t matter if the sails are flawed or the wood is damaged, the importance lies in wanting to fix and improve, and to perceive without judgment. Remembering it is but a vessel through which we feel the human experience.