I do love anatomy. As a yoga teacher, I work with bodies all the time. I'm fascinated by our construct. And the more I learn, the more I realize that the body is as vast as the universe itself. Discoveries are infinite. From a new anatomical term, to the subtle awareness of skin or breath, the body continues to delight me.
So, I was excited to see this exhibit. To see thick bands of fascia that run down the sides of the thighs. To observe the latissimus dorsi and the way it attaches from the low lumbar to the humerus bone. To investigate the beautiful shape of the sacral bone.
The bodies, though, are dead. And though I knew this going in, it became apparent that this window into the human body was limited. Encased in glass, was someone's brain. I looked down into the grey folds and realized that the person who had operated his/her life with this brain was no longer there. The essence of this person had vanished.
As I wandered the rest of the exhibit, it offered me insights into my own body. The lungs are smaller than I imagined. The nervous system, when isolated and laid flat looks like a deveined shrimp. And the blood vessels are as intricate as coral reefs.
My fascination with the human body, though, was in the component that could not be preserved. It resides in the living tissues. In the intelligence. In the harmonious synchronicity of it all.