They say we eventually come to look like what we truly are. Our inner selves transform the outer ones little by little, nudging our whole being into alignment, until we make a reflective house of our bodies the way a snail articulates its shell. Or maybe it's the opposite: skin and bones toughen and bend, calluses and squint lines accumulate where they're needed. Think of the long, pliant fingers of a pianist, a horsewoman's bowed legs, or even the way people come to resemble their dogs. Nature tugs, gently and irresistibly, toward harmony in... More >>>