My dad used to tell this joke every time he would go on a new health kick. He would begin a diet of some sort, clearly miserable and hungry, telling everyone in earshot, “I don’t know if I’m going to live any longer by doing this, but it’s going to feel like it.” Acutely aware of his suffering, he would be “healthy,” albeit starving. Most of us are unaware of our body except when it is in pain. Because of this phenomenon, we essentially define our aliveness through the vehicle of pain. We eat when we are hungry, and hungry is uncomfortable, painful. See where I’m going? Or is…