We’re so bound to our bodies, aren’t we? There’s no real way to escape these bags of flesh and bone that we tote about the world, looking out of them with organs that turn and blink and interpret via another organ that steers everything. It’s hard to imagine that the fine-tuned muscle machine we’ve always relied on is slowing down, is corroding, and is eventually going to just…stop. No one told me that after I turned 60 things would just start falling apart so fast, but that has definitely been my experience. I thought I’d have at least another 10-15...