THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTGNESS OF BEING (MILAN KUNDERA) AND THE FACE AS AN INSTRUMENT BOARD

Today, of course, the body is no longer unfamiliar: we know that the beating in our chest is the heart and that the nose is the nozzle of a hose sticking out of the body to "The Unbearable Lightness Of Being" By Milan Kundera 21 take oxygen to the lungs. The face is nothing but an instrument panel registering all the body mechanisms: digestion, sight, hearing, respiration, thought. Ever since man has learned to give each part of the body a name, the body has given him less trouble. He has also learned that the soul is nothing more than the gray matter of the brain in action. The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice. But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away.

I am not no so sure as my friend Milanku about the fact that if you know the inside of your body better, you feel less feeling of unease. Indeed, it is exactly the opposite for a kind of hypochondriac.

What really worries me about the inside of the human body, is that it is totally dark (I think it was Agustin Fernández Mallo who made me notice that) except when you open it. I mean, like a refrigerator. When you see the beatiful Anatomy pictures whit plenty of light, it´s difficult to imagine all that mechanics that we have inside working in complete darkness