Get familiar with the manager!

This is the manager of my Meat Suit. 

It’s also the manager of your meat suit, but the one in the pictures—that’s my girl. This thing is in charge of all my motor skills and a bunch of other stuff, I guess. Even though we’ve been together for almost 26 years, I don’t really understand how it works or operates. I mean, the path to truly understand this thing is loooong.

What I can tell you is that it can be very mean, even to me, but it’s also responsible for all the senses that let me experience the human trip. The problem is that it can get tricky, and sometimes it’s not very reliable—even though it’s the only thing we, as individuals, could ever truly rely on when it comes to experiencing “reality.”

tuff one.  womp womp.  Is free will totally a scam? Is the manager corruptible? Who is the real boss? Mind? Soul? God?