Christmas day part deux

Went to my uncle David's on Christmas day. The lunch we had was one of the best I've ever had. Everything was cooked to perfection. The wine and Champagne flowed as if from Dionysus himself. Granda got himself in another right two and eight and had to be carried to bed. He sure can drink. I myself decided on a course of moderation. I don't think I had quite recovered from the disappointment of Santa Claus.

Just who owns your body?

My Grandmother is constantly "worried" about me, as are a lot of parents and grandparents over their children. To me this is not really straight thinking.Which got me to do some more thinking. Just who owns your body? Of course the initial reaction is "me!". But do you? Where did you get the body from? Do they have a say in it? You sell your body and time to an employer, and during that time if your body does anything wrong then it is faced with the threat of it losing some of its posetions. At anytime the men in uniforms can put that body away in a cage if they think it isn't behaving properly. Then you have the government, they tell your body what it can and cant do, and this and that. If you go into hospital they mostly concentrate on the body, treating it as an injured machine. Yes, just who owns your body? And if you are at a position of ownership over a body, then what are you?