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All right, so I want to begin the show today by asking you guys a question.
I don't know.
I'm pretty sure none of you guys have asked yourself this before.
You ready?
Who owns you?
Who owns your body?
I mean you as a spiritual being or as a mind that operates this body,
this bag of chemicals that you're walking around in.
Who owns that bag of chemicals?
Do you think you own it?
Why?
Is it because you live in it?
You can live in a one-bedroom apartment that doesn't make it yours.
I mean, if you don't pay your rent, eventually the cops are going to come get you out of it.
But nobody can really kick you out of your body, can they?