Getting closer to being na'vi

[Intertwined]

Just a memory from this past summer, and the thoughts it leads to.

I was running along coastal rocks. About ten-fifteen feet of irregular granite, studded with fridge sized boulders. My feet were bare and calloused. I was wearing nothing but a pair of blue swim trunks. As I ran along these rocks, probably a quarter mile of them, I couldn't help but feel how primal it was. Just running, completely caught in the now. Completely focused. Completely free.

It's probably as intrinsic as I have ever felt.

I'm sure many other men my age have run those rocks, from many different centuries.

Another thing I'm sure of is that they were all fit. At the time I was 140 pounds of sinew, with probably sub ten body fat. I'm a bit bigger now, yet even leaner. To run those rocks requires fitness, coordination, and spatial reasoning. A na'vi would have passed me like I was standing still.


This leads me to my point. If we, those who have been profoundly effected by this movie, want to get closer to its perfect protagonists; we have to master the body.

There are no unfit na'vi, and the least beautiful of them are leaps and bounds ahead of the average of our species.

More than any other physical characteristic, modern people are FAT.

I write this as I look down at my veined, five fingered hands, calloused from weightlifting.

To be as na'vi like as we can, we have to be examples of vigor. Lean and strong and lively. We don't have Pandora, or Tsaheylu, but we can own our bodies. Perfect them.