You have such a connection with your body—such a control, such bond-ship, that you assume that it is you—you are your body.
But do you yourself truly experience the work it takes to simply keep it working? You say it’s your liver, but have you actually experienced the non-stop-labor of performing its function?
One’s body is just like every other material thing. It exists; it acts according to a program being given a certain stimulus; its builds, it runs out of resources (and/or the inability to obtain or use them), it dies.
But then there is the program itself. How is that made? There is a physical, genetic way—DNA, and there is adaptability, which can range from associating situations as negative (causing them to avoid dangerous things that they would otherwise be interested in) to using abstract reason to desire how to act. Humans, unlike other animals, can actually decide how they want to program their body, and program their own reactions to certain stimuli. Humans, having eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil—able to act actually describe a situation as a literal (stemming from a completely abstract memory of what a word means, rather than simply a grunt that brings with it a direct, material situation (from a wolf that barks in silence at danger, indicating the danger to others in the pack—who do not think “What does that bark mean?”, for example).
You are this process of programming, and your “self” consciousness is merely an illusion of it. The only “self” there is the subjective experience of each particular moment. To recall a memory as happening to “them” is a nice starting point to begin the ills of humanity.
All you are is the self-conscious program that decides what to do with the material. It manipulates it (“God” said “We have made him in our image”), creating a certain reality in the process.
This is the undeniable. So what do you do with this? Let it anger you that you cannot manipulate the physical in everyway you want, or do whatever it takes to maintain the health of your vessel, and keep your eyes sharp, to find your own island in the distance?
If your journey has shown you anything, it had been that society doesn’t allow you access to certain waters. So what are you? One whose actions resort to crying about who you call the hysterical, blaming them for all the ills of humanity, or decide what it is you want—that which is you (the subjective situation with which you obtain the most pleasure—or least bit of pain. If it makes you feel good, it makes you feel good. If it stimulates you—great. If both—wonderful. This is the path of least resistance. This is the Buddha you sought. Your ego got in the way last time. Tyler has too much to prove.
Do you accept a situation and use your mind to best create an optimal result? Or do you want to continue snuggling up against your handcuffs?