These days the sexualizing of the body is the only form of the body that anyone seems to have any hold over. We see a person and instantly the bodily form becomes of the sexual nature. We know not a person outside their body and yet these days it is hard to see someone without the visualization of the rendering of their body in a sexual nature; what do they look like naked, what assets stand out, what makes them so beautiful. We even fear seeing another human naked due to the personal fear of seeing an unwelcome sexual encounter. We have forgotten that our bodies are more than a sexual occurrence in our lives. That each body is not just breast, stomach, genitals, nice smiles, and big eyes but an underlying current of thought and motion. The ability to see even ourselves beyond our sexual selves has evaporated with every Victoria Secret sign and every daughter being told her shorts in the heat are too short, and the thought of seeing our mother naked as a sinful encounter. We worry too much about the sexual nature of the body and worry too little about the rest. Our bodies are vessels, organs, our senses, our minds, thoughts, souls, our work, our simplest form of transport. And yet, every muscle seems to have misshapen into a sexual tone, every organ the one in our pants, and every sense capturing our first experience with another’s body. We are bodies, we are minds, we are humans, we are people. The body needs to be rediscovered, laid out, ripped apart from the ads, and the manuscripts of modern times and reevaluated as an apparition of our existence, our only existence; the physical creation of our consciences.