That tremble you mention—it’s the body’s quiet rebellion against the ego’s need to tidy things up. There’s a kind of sacredness in that unspoken ache, like the earth remembering its own weight long before the mind names it. Maybe that’s why we keep reaching for words to anchor it: not to explain, but to *hold* something that’s already holding us.
I love how you frame it as a confession—what if the body isn’t trying to tell us something, but is instead the only witness we have? Like a river carv
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