“He’s in his seventies” was the sentence I nearly choked on.
Our host in the small town of Tissamaharama was giving us a guided tour of his neighbourhood when we were introduced to this gentleman. Despite a pretty severe language barrier, we were soon being introduced to three generations of a Sri Lankan family. Camera in hand, I asked if I could snap some pictures and the family graciously accepted.
As I approached the stoic patriarch, I couldn’t help but be impressed by his overwhelming virility. Forged from a life of hard physical work, in the rice field across from his home, and a healthy diet, his seven decade old frame stood in testament to his lifestyle.
As our connection with technology grows, the connection we have with our bodies deteriorates. The same is true for our food. We rarely, if ever, eat food produced from our own hands. So is the body just a container for the brain? Or the squandered product of billions of years of selective evolution?