Your body is not an event that many will feel required to go to.
Your body will not be known as a place for people to drag their kids to on a Sunday morning. Your body will not be a place where people go after they feel like their life has fallen apart. Your body will not be a place that people visit once a week, and then forget about the minute they leave the room. Your body will not be a structure that can be shut down if the taxes become too high or another buyer is willing to pay more for it. Your body will not be a place where lectures occur; your body will not be a one story building that was once used as a warehouse.
Temples can be torn down and scorched to the ground.
Your body cannot be destroyed.
The hands of men can demolish a temple with calluses on their palms. They can send temple walls crashing down and strike hammers through its stain glass paintings. They can tear open a temple and rip everything to shreds, keeping what they find useful and leaving the rest to rot in a junkyard. They can burn a temple to the ground leaving nothing but dust, and then rebuild over its ashes like nothing once lived there. Not many care if an old temple is dismantled and traded in for something better.
That is not your body.
Your body is not an object than can be stricken down by the hands of others.
Your body is more than four walls and a door that will let anyone in that knows how to turn the knob.
Your Body is a Rain Forest.
With the enchanting scent of the forest ground after a thunderstorm, with the smell of honey and maple trees, your body is a sweet aroma that cannot be forgotten when you get back into the car and drive away. Your body is a hundred different types of flowers and a hundred different kinds of plants all living together in perfect harmony. Hidden in your rain forest are dark caves and cold rivers yet to be explored, but waiting for a gentle traveller to make their way down the right path.
But most of all, your rain forest will grow back. Over, and over again it will grow back, no matter how many times it is destroyed. No matter how many times men with calluses on their palms tear through your rainforest and cut down all your trees; they will grow back. The leaves will crawl through the sky and remind the world that they are not finished on this Earth. Your forest flourishes more and more every minute, whether outsiders notice the change or not.
No one can stop your growth; you are indestructible.
